Blue.
Blue eyes, filled with blue tears. A perfect body, wrapped in blue silk. A blue mood. Everything was blue.
And it didn't make sense, he thought, that the colour that had brought him so much happiness would cause him so much pain. Her life was slipping through his fingers, like sand, being washed away in the tide, while he stayed ashore. This small spot of blue in his world of red. His everything. His blue.
Red.
A red scar, on a frightened, red-blotched face. A strong, well-toned body smothered in red robes. A red mood. Everything was red.
It made sense, she thought, that the colour that had brought her so much love would be the last thing she would see. He stayed on land, burning bright, a beacon, while she was washed away into the tides of time. Her small pocket of red in a blue world. Her everything. Her red.
A slowing heart,
a gasp,
a weak "I love you,"
a sad reply,
a plead not to leave,
a goodbye,
tears,
blue eyes closing,
silence.
And the blue was gone from his world of red.
Something I thought up at school, showed to some friends, and they told me to post it. Also, because I felt like I was neglecting Zutara, with FSL been all Taang, even though there will be Zutara in later chapters. Oops! Haha. I'm buying myself some time. Or perhaps losing some. Hmm...
Next chappie of FSL will be up by Wednesday by the latest. Probably be up by Sunday, though!
Remember kids, hugs not drugs!
