Hair the color of sun kissed honey frames her face. Her eyes of blue dance as the shades change rapidly from an ocean blue, to ice, to tear-colored. A storm rages in those eyes and in my heart as I stare her down. She is like black and I, white; both very different, yet so the same. The colors, or lack thereof, collide, creating nothing but red. Starting with her face, then it pales and concentrates on her nose and eyes. Such a beautiful blue marred by the harsh and consuming red. It hurts me to watch, but my pride prevents me from looking away.