My most precious memory of you is the last photo we took together.
Your gaze was calm and mesmerizing, full of intentions impossible to enumerate.
Your famous mischievous smile almost seemed innocent in contrast to your mocking tongue, which displayed the secret jewel that adorned it.
But that wasn't the boldest decoration of your body.
Some of it was born with you, like the three perfectly aligned birthmarks below your left eye. Others you decided to bring to light, like your fascinating and terrifying lilac eyes, and your silver hair, pieces of the moon Herself melting over your head.
You were bizarrely lovely.
Like a good dream that would make waking up sweeter, you became my most beloved fantasy.
It ran through your veins a natural drug that you secretly shared with me and the world would become colorful as a deranged kaleidoscope every time we started flying.
And then, tragedy.
The world turned into gray, the color of your new uniform and ugly handcuffs.
Never again did a fun day come, just new horrific scars.
They cut off your wings, bound your hands, and plucked what they called “your abominable eyes”.
Screams, cries, and revolts did nothing to save you. Soon, there was only silence.
Lost and desperate, I decided to imprison myself in the same darkness into which you were thrown, attempting to be united to you again.
That picture became a blade that cut deep into my brain as it reminded me of how beautiful our madness was.
So I became blind, just like you.
My sky never again had bright, endless lilac stars that colored my life.
We were forced to discover sanity is not so pleasant...