Where The Colour Goes To

She knelt in the soft, yellow sand, downcast and forlorn.

Broken.

Waves washed and hissed, creeping in and out somewhere to her right, and she realised she had been holding her breath. Slowly, she raised her head, staring far beyond the gentle clouds above, at some distant corner of the universe, where no one before her had ever set eyes.

A pair of tears streaked slowly down her face, and at last she inhaled. As she did so, colour was stripped from the world around her. The beach was left cold, bitter and grey, and would remain that way forever, because she stood, turned, and walked into the sea, and did not stop. And she took the colour with her.

She took the colour with her; as do those with bitter hearts.