Blue.
Blue. The colour of the sky. Infinite and complete, never-ending and beautiful. The possibility of countless days spent beneath its blanket. The security of such a possibility. The knowledge that it'll always be there, never-ending and pure.
Blue. The colour of water. So effortlessly natural and ever-changing. The ability to be whatever it so wishes, the countless possibilities of size and volume. The knowledge that no matter how much or little of it there is, it'll always remain the same; pure, beautiful, sacred, natural, effortless.
Blue. The colour of diamonds. A natural entity and yet so rare and wonderful and breathtaking. The ability to capture infinite colours in its rays, yet never changing its own colour. So precious and fragile that anyone to come across such beauty is overwhelmed by its beauty and elegance and scarcity.
Blue. The colour of sadness. Sadness; the condition or quality of being sad. Sad; feeling or showing sorrow; unhappiness. Sadness, the one emotion people attach tears with, but the one emotion tears are not necessary to define. Sadness, the emotion that can paralyse a person and engulf them whole; steal their breath, their smile, their personality, their life and their being entirely without so much as one tear being shed.
Blue. The colour of her eyes. The lightness of them in the morning when she first awoke and that sleepy smile would make them that little shade lighter; the outer edges blue like the sky; slowly fading from the blue of the sky to the blue of the ocean to the blue of diamonds and finally, around her pupils, the kind of blue that only later I would attach to sadness; having experienced my own dose of the emotion in the absence of such wonderful eyes.
Blue. The colour of her eyes. The darkness of them in the evening when she yawned sleepily and gave me that patient smile from across the police station; insisting that she wasn't ready for sleep quite yet, that she was just as determined to put that son-of-a-bitch behind bars now than what she had been when her eyes were not the colour of sadness but the colour of diamonds.
Blue. That was the colour that reminded me of her. The colour that brought me back to the natural elegance and beauty of her entire being and entity. The colour that reminded me of everything that was important, really, of the one thing that was important. Love.
Blue. That was the colour of love. That was the colour that reminded me of how much I loved her. How much I will always love her.
Blue. That was the colour that made me realise that I will always be in love with Melanie Hotchner.