He starts thinking about the colours of her words . Those words whice had make him feel so sad and so empty . There werent black . No. Her thoughts were black not her words. But those words werent a bright colour even. No. Her smile was bright but not her words. Then he starts realizing that a dark blue was her dreams . They were like the sea . Sometimes peacefull but others stormy . Then he remembered her poems . He found a piece of paper .Her last poem before...The end... He started reading it , her words were again so painfull , She was so in pain. But how? How he didnt realize it earlier?? He accidentaly cut his finger with the poem. His blood was red . *What a sassy colour* he remembered her saying it and laught only for a moment. Then he remembered how red was the beat of her heart . sometimes it was so loud . It makes him went mad.
