The Colour of Your Blood is Gray
Max stood in a line of strangers, holding the items she intended to buy. She planned on making dinner that night, not truly in the mood for takeout. Sibuna couldn't cook, he burned everything he tried to make. It's kinda cute, but also annoying. Max remembered the first time they met, when her world was finally filled with colour. She smiled at the thought, her cheeks flushing. She looked forward, paying attention to the people around her. To the bright blonde haired girl infront of her, who's fashion sense was horrible. She made note of the man behind her, with an obvious toupee.And all of the sudden, all colour was cut out. Everything was back to gray and white. Max choked on the air, falling to her knees. She dropped her items, the glass jar of tomato paste shattering. She stood again, sprinting out of the store as fast as she could. The thuds of her sneakers hitting the concrete were repetitive. Max's breathing was out of control, from panic and the constant running.
A few years ago, there was an accident. Sibuna worked in a factory where cleaning products were made. One of the machines malfunctioned, spraying solution into his eyes. He's been blind ever since. Anything could've happened to the short man while Max was gone.
On the floor, bloodied, was Sibuna's lifeless body. The policemen pulled her away, some trying to comfort her.
Someone broke into her home, shot her lover, quickly stole some of their expensive keepsakes and ran off. The person who did this was never found. Max lived a long, gray, lonely life, with the reminder that she can never cuddle with her soulmate. That she could never tease him about his height. That she could never play with his snow white hair. That she wasn't there to protect him.
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