Colors

I came as soon as I got the message. Though most of the message was unintelligible, the fact i could hear her cracking voice was enough. There's only one place Luna will go to when she's crying. Which is the way I drove, swerving between cars to get to the one girl who means the world to me.

I ran past the tourists with the kites, flying them high up in what seemed to be an impending storm. The big field, windy as it is during the day, brings many people for this activity, yet my destination lies farther on, the the old fort ruins. It is here that I see her.

She's sitting in one of the gaps in the inner wall, hard stone behind and below her, safe in her corner. I approach slowly, and when she hears the grass crumpling underfoot, she looks up to me, tears in her dark eyes. Yet, she just looks down again, and stays her place.

I go to her, sitting besides her, and try to find out what's wrong. She talks to me, always avoiding my gaze, yet i don't need to see her eyes to know that sadness fills them. Tears slide down her cheeks, staining her white shirt. I clean her face with my hands, and whisper words of encouragement in her ears, my breath tickling her neck.

She shies away from the sensation, and smiles a bit. Though unintentional, her hard shell is gone now, so she more calmly speaks to me about her problem. Her eyes brighten up a bit, though she keeps a stern demeanor, carefully considering my words to her situation.

Then, like the cloud cover breaking and a lone ray of sunlight sneaking through, she smiles widely, and looks me in the eyes. Her eyes visibly change color from dark to bright red, fluctuationg between yellow, orange and red, like a flickering candle. The burning passion within her is visible in every motion in her body.

If she weren't so expressive, her eyes would be a godsend. But as they stand, all they do is forcefully resonate with the impressions you get from her mouth, cheeks, hands, and body motions. You can read her like a book. The love she feels is absolute.

She jumps on me, pinning me to the grass, and planting the softest, yet most unrestrained kiss I have ever felt. As I close my eyes, with the sun above us, I share in her synesthesia.

I see the colors in her eyes even as mine are closed.