Chapter 2

Blue

The skies. The skies had definitely changed color since she came into his life.

But what he felt when he looked at her was far from the clarity of the blue skies that the desert was so used to.

No. She looked more like the beautiful mirage he saw every second day, travelling on the barren sands, patrolling.

Every time he would look at her, even for fleeting seconds, he'd feel it all to be too surreal to exist.

He'd be reminded of how mirages worked.

How the glistening blue of water would just appear out of nowhere, giving you promises of quenching your parched throat and relieving you of the burn inside your body.

Yet, as soon as you would reach it and try to touch it, the blue of it all would just disappear, mocking you. Regarding you a complete fool for even believing in the first place that such serene blue could exist.

That she could exist.