b l a c k
She didn't like the color black. It was too strong, too definitive. There was only meaning to black. You would say black, and all you got was a feeling of badness, of hopelessness. It wasn't like red, which could be either love, or blood, or bravery, or a thousand different things.
So, whenever she was in this kind of mood, there was only one word for it- black. A black mood. The kind of mood that sat upon your heart, heavy and depressing, sucking the hope out of you. All you could do was wish it would be over soon.
It was such a mood that had gotten hold of her that night. The blackness threatened to engulf her, as much as she tried to resist it. She sat on the window seat in the common room, gazing out on the night sky, sparkling with a thousand stars and their light. Some said it was black, but she disagreed. A thing so beautiful could not be black.
It was late, just an hour before midnight. But she did not care, not tonight, with the black mood so much in possession of her. She yearned for that sky to be above her, the starlight shining on her skin, and not just twinkling faintly through the window.
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