I thought the world was black and white. I was of light, incorruptible. After, I was stained with darkness spreading like ink on water.
You came back grey, your colours a scarlet letter you wore so well. Alone but determined. And I watched you. And I watched you. And I watched you. That was nothing new.
Each day you grew a shade lighter while I grew dark. We met in the middle and never left, gripping on to each other to fight against the saturation of the world and our impulses.
Never quite white, never quite black. We shine in silver-grey.
