Perfect Cloud...

Blue was my favourite colour, because that was the colour of his eyes when he saved me. 

We were so young. 

When I left my house the sky was still dark, the Earth hadn't fully awoken from dreams of the night before, little yellow dots in the distance, headlights that resembled fireflies hiding from the breaking day. When the sun emerged from the clouds the sky split open, sharing life with the Earth.

That day it was sunny and snowing at the same time. I didn't pause to notice, like an adult with somewhere to be.

The shots rang out, piercing raindrops on their way to meet flesh. My ears blistered, prickling from shock. My play list of a new day didn't sound like this.

Moments pieced together by seconds were fracturing all around and although there was chaos, the Earth was still. Two minutes felt like my short life, that only took a fraction of a second to pass before my eyes. Green.

The night before I innocently sketched some writing on the back of an envelope, it played over in my mind.

"The breeze sees and hears everything but never says a word, the rain makes love to the Earth in winter, baby flowers grow, the sky is a blanket God wrapped around the world, your heart is a place that never grows old" 

It then became all that I could hear, my heart calmed, slowing to a trickle as spots of others blood stained my cheeks and hair. 

Everything since I was born had built up to this. Even before I was born, when I was just an idea, this plan waited for me, vacant and all assuming. 

When all the sounds went away everything was more clear, all the details fell together like a puzzle. I could almost guess what would happen next, we're all very predictable, you know.

Sounds rushed back when he stepped against me. His cotton shirt brushed my neck, a pocket button caught in my hair as he lifted me up. His arm was soft, burn scars took away the texture where I rested my small hand. He carried me effortlessly, I felt the warmth of his chest against my back. His heart beat fast, the knife he held cut into me, but I didn't cry out, I was quiet.

His button kept some of my hair as he stumbled, but it didn't hurt, you know. Slow motion was my favourite part, it calmed the moment down when all control fell away.

Her perfume was on the breeze. 

I still had powdered sugar on my lip from the doughnut I was eating. If this was my last day ever, I was satisfied that jam was still sticky on my tongue as we both fell to the ground.

The snow wasn't even cold, it rested softly on my eyelashes as my cheek found home on its body. We both imprinted it, I remember thinking it would never be the same again.

My warm blood made a river, melting the white dust red. Your boots crunched the snow as you came toward me. 

You put your jacket over me, either so I couldn't see the knife or so you couldn't. Turing me around, you held me off the ground. 

"You know what? I've been waiting for you"

Your eyes were blue like the ocean, dark blue just like that. You lent toward me, whispering over my fringe. 

"You have to stay"

Everything went warm and all thoughts faded to blue.

I never saw you again, but I woke up wearing your jacket. 

Back at the beginning my mum and dad were forever trying to convince me to throw away my soft toys. 

"You're too old for them now" mum would say.

After wards they never spoke on it again. The day I left the hospital I gave them all away.

I kept my strangers coat, mum let me sleep with his clothes wrapped around me.

That night I looked to the sky as a perfect cloud drifted past.