Dug this one out from the Long Distance Creationship archives and I’m still so in love with it that it hurts a little bit.

They roll in like dark marbles, black and grey and deep purple. A green, for envy, every once in a while. If she could feel anything when she looked at them, it would be fear. She knows this because she’s tried fear (yellow) before and now she can put a name to it. The black should be the worst, an all-consuming sadness, but it’s the greys she really tries to avoid. They’re nothing, they’re empty, they’re the absence of anything at all. And she already knows what that feels like
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