Title: The Color Gray
Genre: Angst
Summary: Don't you dare look out your window, darling/ Everything's on fire/ The war outside our door keeps raging on. (lyrics from "Safe and Sound" by Taylor Swift)
Words: 214
Maybe her eyes used to be green before, but not anymore. Now, they are murky pools of gray.
He doesn't know what scares him more: how empty her eyes are, or why they changed.
He doesn't know what she's looking at, but it's definitely not him. He's not sure if she's looking at anything.
He doesn't ask her if she's okay.
He doesn't ask her what she's thinking about.
He's not sure he wants to know.
He can't feel anything when she bites down on his lip. He doesn't think he can feel anymore.
He doesn't mind the taste of blood. It distracts him from the lingering salty taste in his mouth.
He doesn't ask her why she's crying.
He thinks he might be too.
He doesn't tell her to stop when she puts her hands under his shirt.
He doesn't want her to stop.
He doesn't ask her how she got so good at kissing because he can't let himself—no, don't think of
Evan, Sinead, Dan, Phoenix, Jonah, Hamilton, Reagan, Natalie, Mother
He isn't supposed to be kissing her, not here, not like this.
Then again, they were supposed to be the heroes and the world wasn't supposed to end.
The truth is that she doesn't care anymore and neither does he.