It was in this entirely white room that I started to see everything in colour.
Her sadness was blue: deep, melancholic. I could drown in the spectrum of shades.
I wanted her to stop looking at me as if I had to be protected from myself. But I knew that fear was red. Alarming, intense. Desperately trying to get everything under its control.
Then, there’s desperation: a vibrant, disturbing yellow.
Her love is transparent, easy to overlook.
“I’ll come back tomorrow.”
I don’t reply.
Loneliness: black. The ugliest colour. Overlaying everything with finality.
When she leaves, the room is white again.