Blue

It was the color of his eyes in the morning. It was the color of the waves as they lapped the shore, and the color of the sky as they walked beneath it. It was the detail of his shirt as it settled against golden, bright and brilliant. It was the color of the storm as it thrashed against the windowpane as they found warmth beneath the coals. It was the color of his smile when he said "Goodbye, for now", and it was the color of the ocean as it mumbled beside the train. It was the color she felt flooding her chest, and the color that reminded her of him. It was the color of the bedsheets she'd betrayed him on, and the color of her guilt when she had said "yes". It was the color of her dress when she returned to his arms. And it was the color of his lips when he'd whispered, "But I loved you". It was the last color that reminded her of him. It was the color of his eyes when he'd murmured "goodbye".