Austerity
Prompt: Yellow
The next time she saw him was on her death bed. She remembered the way she stared into the blazing sun, burning her corneas in the process. The had thought the bright, yellow light would bring her answers, but ironically all it brought her was darkness.
She had seen him again, briefly, after all those years in all his handsome glory. She couldn't tell you if it were really him, or simply a concoction of her mind to ease the shock and pain of her slow descent into oblivion.
Either way, in that moment she saw the life she could have had, if only Aleaza didn't step in and rip away everything good in her life. Oh, how she resented her.
But there he was, standing over her, whispering how he missed her. His darkness was a stark contrast to the yellow brightness that framed his wonderful physique—at least, what she assumed was a wonderful physique hidden under layers of billowing, dark robes.
But then, just like that night all those years ago, he was gone.
And she was alone.