Blue was the color of her soul, but not the kind of blue that fills the sky. It was blue like the deep ocean where the ghosts of many wandered forever. The blue of despair and misery.
But it wasn’t always like that. When she was young her soul shined brightly like the sun, no matter if there were bad times she always rose again in a new day, always happy and hopeful.
She used to be yellow like the light of the flame that guides you in the night or the beautiful flowers that grew around the district on spring.
She meet a man who’s flame glowed dimly like a dying star. Yet he was full with the life of a thousand suns, and he was