Still in love with her. Everything about her takes his breathe away. Every memory he has of her safe in his brain in colours and hues the world has to offer.
He has bright memories filled with colours of the rainbow of the games at the park, walking by the sea and kissing on the trees.
He has memories in one colour. Of the day he first saw her. The world was a bright white must’ve been how Jesus looked at the transfiguration.
And some memories have no colour for in them the life has been drained out. For where there is no life there’s no colours.
All he has in his mind are her screams their grunts and the feelings. Dark feelings. He felt anger,felt pity felt hopeless and then it went completely dark with her screams fading. That was the last time he saw the love of his life. Gang raped. Helpless. It drained the color. A black hole memory.
