Ice of a heart

There is something about blue.

Something about it that pinched the back of his brain and brought back memories he tried to forget.

There's something about it that made him feel something - is it hate, is it love, or is it hate and love combined - I simply do not know.


Maybe because the color blue made him remember someone he once held so dearly.

Someone he used to spend the day with under the blue sky.

Someone with eyes so blue that matched the depth of the ocean.

Someone that gave him chills like the winter blue.


And when she left - she turned his whole life blue as well.



Blue is not the warmest of colors.
- at least it's not as cold as her heart.