YELLOW
I think I must have known he was trouble when I managed to smile without pulling on the strings of my marionette body.
A lifetime of infinite chances and coincidences, yet I still somehow managed to land two hours of my precious time with an angel. In the space of one chance encounter, I was Icarus, trading my wax wings for the soft caress of the sun.
My one moment was worth the sacrifice. With no regard for any consequences, reason or self preservation, with no care that my body might have withered away if I gave my whole self to a boy for two hours; I let the tips of my wings melt under the breath of a thousand suns.
In the whisper of time that I sat suspended above infinite universes, my frigid body was finally warm.
I dreamed of true happiness all the way back down to Earth. Even as my heart slammed against my chest from the weight of the fall, I swear, I still felt it skip a beat when I thought of what it was like to exist in eternity for a single moment.
