the smell of lemon and lavender

He always wondered why her hair got shorter with the absence of earth’s colors. To make life more exciting she wore blue tights. He never really noticed. The tears ran down her cheeks ruining a dress she wore for him. He didn’t notice that either. The purple light that once reflected from his amber eyes faded, or perhaps she could no longer see beauty. His words were not a question, but had exquisite texture. Her front teeth touched when attempting to hold back. A crushed heart is not as easily mended as a tin can. Her mother said, I would never want you to have what I have.