The Swaron horizon, where the earthly love of Swayam met the mighty highness of Sharon's passion. Once painted with the intense, pure white of Swayam's love and fierce, passionate red of Shoran's spirit was now covered with think stoned layers of blues.
But the grey was unstoppable. It surpassed his every attempt, blending perfectly in the dark reds of Sharon. Sharon was clutched' caged in her own insecurities, her own vulnerability. The darkness of loneliness was so painfully, so utterly black that she herself felt lost. She was searching for the white. The angelic white love of Swayam, who always believed her, loved her with her darks and brights but at the same time pushing him away with all her being. She wanted desperately for him to pull her out of this darkness, this baffling emptiness she was feeling in her heart.
He was tired finally. Tired of fighting the deep, unbeatable grays and blacks of the stoned walls shielding his love from him. she finally managed to break him and broke herself when she saw the clear pearl drops beaming in his eyes, seeing not just hurt past those water pools but also the blues of solitary and sorrow' sorrow of failure, of broken trust not in her but himself. He can never blame her. He was as usual beating himself in agony not even realizing that his burning was setting her heart on flames too. There was blue and there was blue.
She could feel his warmth, see his light. She could find herself in that glow if she wants. The light of truth will fade away not only the gray and black shadows of pain and grief but also the blues of loneliness, painting the Swaron horizon again with the orange brightness of Swayam's white and Sharon's red.
P.S- sorry guys for boring you. I know the asthma track will finally be over but I am still worried about Swaron and in blue myself.