Watching the sunset from his trailer window, Ennis felt the colours washing over him, stirring feelings he had long tried to bury. He watched the colours bleeding into each other, an unpredictable and slow wave of change and he couldn't help but be reminded of that summer, so long ago.
The first bright flushes of orange, sun blazing, heat. Passionate at first, lust, pure and simple. That feeling of heat rising, hot enough to burn if you weren't careful. Fading slowly to a more sedate dusky pink. Warmth now, not such intense heat. More substantial. Something to carry through the cold dark nights, long and lonely, each time an eternity 'til the sun would re-appear. The fading light as darkness set in, the light lessening, the sky a bruised purple. The colour of hurt. So much hurt. Heat dying, warmth slipping away. Out of his grasp, beyond his reach. And now the sun was gone, and there was only darkness, darkness and the cold chill of loneliness, whose tendrils wrapped themselves around his heart, a pain of his own making. The sun was gone, and he had basked in its light for too short a time, had not allowed himself to be heated truly by its warmth. Now there was only fear and ice, and the sun would rise for him no more.
"I swear, Jack…."