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Author: andhearts
Fiction Rated: T - English - Tragedy - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-04-07 - Updated: 02-04-07 - Complete - id:2314793

Acid Blue

I remember that blue color of his hair that made me think of acid. Out of all the things I remember about him, that’s what really comes to me after all these years.

I remember his brown eyes that could bore into my soul. They almost looked like he had stolen them from someone else. But they, like everything else about him, were beautiful.

He looked like he hadn’t taken a shower, or changed his clothing in a week. I still found him to be the most wondrous thing, though. He could have told me anything and I would have believed it.

I remember him from the blurred memories of being drunk, and having him drive me home. I remember him whispering soothing words in my ear as I puked up all the alcohol I had consumed. Him holding my hair back, concern written on his face.

His poetry still runs through my mind at random moments. All those poems he wrote for me. All those lyrics he sang to me on his father’s old guitar.

I remember murmuring “I love you” into his chest as I fell asleep in his arms, in his bed.

I remember the cool nights we would walk down the street with our hand clasped in silence, listening to the sounds of the night.

I remember how we thought that we were the only people who cared about us. We were the reason the other lived. He was my everything.

I remember, unwillingly, the way the car looked. The small car crushed, until it looked unrecognizable. The small car look almost half its size.

I remember the way he looked in the hospital bed. Acid blue against white. His eyes closed, and his body unmoving. Bandages were everywhere on his pale skin. No one should have looked like that. Especially not him, though he was still beautiful to me.

I remember wearing a black hoodie and jeans to the funeral. He would have wanted it that way. Me casual.

I remember I was the only one to cry. I cried for all those things I did remember.

I don’t cry anymore. Years have gone by, and I found another.

But even still, acid blue hair haunts my dreams.


A/N: Hey there! I'm not dead!! Woot. This just randomly popped up in my head a little bit ago. Well, that's all. A short A/N (gasp). lol. bye bye!

andhearts!



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