The soft white to the grey, not fighting it.
Just enveloping it in his strong arms in a loving embrace,
Turning it from grey into the loveliest gold.
Purifying her.
Protecting her from herself.
Then the white leaves and it's back to grey.
She wants to be independent, yet without her white noise, she is lost to the suicidal silence.
He doesn't know it, but wait, the light will come around again.
Hold strong till tomorrow.