Colors.

I heard the quote "and as she spoke, her words spilled out as dark matter" and I wanted to write about it.

He was blue and she was yellow. She was full of life and had so much to give. When he saw her he knew he had to be like her. He inserted himself into her life. She seemed interested by blue boy. Everyday he would visit her. She was becoming more and more interested in him. Little did she know he was siphoning out her yellow. Taking bits of her happiness away from her. He slowly sucked out all of her yellow. He was going through withdrawal. He needed her happiness for himself and she had none left. He dropped on his bed and tried not to cry.

She crept up behind him slowly and heard his soft sighs, holding back tears. She stood and listened to his noises and just listened. She closed her eyes and saw his sighs as a deep full navy, his hiccups as bright violet. She just listened. She didn't talk. She was silent as she put her hand on his shoulder. Streams of blue and green shot out of where she touched him. He smiled at her and assured her he was okay. She knew better. She saw past his barrier of yellow and saw black. He spoke and his words shook her. The words slipped out so gracefully and prepared, "I am okay. I promise." 

Lies. His words were dripping in black. She believed him anyway.

He was surrounded by blues and blacks for days. He was dripping in thick black tar. He reached for his one relief. He swallowed these bright yellow pills and slowly he became dry. The cloud of darkness was smaller. The colors seemed brighter. He felt fine. 

Everything turned black.

When she found him he was smothered in the darkness. He was drenched in black. He had suffocated in the colors. She wept stars as she tried to dig him out. Each time she dug deeper the more she would be covered in black. She just digging and digging for days trying to get the blue boy out. She kept crying stars. She sat back and folded into herself and just let herself go. She looked around them and saw they created a whole universe just for themselves. She looked up and saw him standing over himself. He had become clean. She stood up and looked at her reflection in the abyss. She saw herself dripping in all of his tar. He had become clean and she was covered for him. He passed along his mess to her so he could get relief. She crumbled and held herself and begged him to help and he said nothing.

He started walking away and she screamed at him not to leave. As she screamed she noticed her words were soaked in tar. As she looked at him for the last time her words spilled out as dark matter as she said "I loved you."

Author's Note

still extremely rusty