Overshadow

"What time will you be home?" I ask, never looking away from your face. I notice that your eyes have grown darker and your lashes longer. All around us, the walls mesh into a dreary grey. The color seeps and bleeds and molds around your bending figure, bright, bold, and yet sullen. It hurts my eyes, looking at you like that. I look away for a split second. I notice something odd.There's a subtle crack running down the wall. I have never seen that before.


"Late. Don't wait up." you say. Deep down, I feel a little needle pricking my heart. I swear, I can almost feel the blood gushing out. Crimson. Fatal. You grab your jacket and slip it on. It too, is drab grey. Why so much grey? I wonder, as you head for the door, your worn out shoes touching down on the creaking, miserable sepia floorboards. You place your hand on the metal doorknob. Even from afar, I can feel the chill radiating off its silver conical shape.


The door opens slowly. You place a tired foot outside the door, but you hesitate a bit. Watching you, I can't help myself and I cry out softly. "Please. Come back." The walls begin whisper to me in their grey, hushed tones. I feel a dizzying sensation, having said those words. The stabbing pain comes back again, and as it creeps up my spine I begin to cry. I don't know why, but I cry. You look at me with stone cold eyes. But I cry anyway. Because I know that those stone cold eyes are soft beneath the waters in your eyes. 


You stare at me sadly. "Goodbye." That is all that you say. You turn around and leave me in my own silence, closing the door with one final click.