Her eyes cast out over every blue surface around her. In her mind, the world may as well be tinged in blue, for all that she felt blue right now.
Her chest ached. No one ever warns you how slow a heart can break. Hers had been breaking for two years, and still she felt its effects whenever she thought of him. It’s like the continents of her soul were shifting into a new shape over millions of hours, bit by bit. Her scars were changing her.
He was just like her. So why did he reject her at every turn?
Coupled with the breaking of her heart came the lull of her drooping mind, like the weight of the world rested behind her eyes. Her energy dragged; she didn’t have the energy to smile, nor did she care when people asked her what was wrong. She didn’t even have the nerve to feel irritated by the frequency of their questions.
She couldn’t look anyone in the eyes anymore. Maybe she was afraid they’d see into her soul. Maybe she was just embarrassed, because looking into anyone’s eyes now just reminded her of his perfect globes, looking back with deep knowing like he understood.
Was it really all just lies? Or was there something else he was afraid of?
Honestly, part of her just felt like she didn’t know anything was real now. She was just floating through a world of ghosts. Only, she was the one who was transparent.
Transparent, but tinged in blue.
Prompt from Trifecta.