Some people might say the sky is blue because it's blue but little did they know, that's a wrong answer. Blue is a dangerous color. It can bring good and bad luck. Happiness and Sadness.Life and Death. How many times do you look at the sky and start to contemplate a beautiful day and yet, you're receiving bad news before sunrise? How many times do you receive a good morning text from someone you love and in the back of your mind, you're starting to wonder 'Why is he so happy? Did she cheat on me? Why didn't he call me instead? Is she getting tired of hearing my voice? People always think and assume. It goes both ways.

Where am I going with this? Why am I talking about the sky when I'm supposed to talk about Hazel Brown? Well, that's where she comes in.

Hazel is like the sky. She has her seasons. She can introduce the sun and invite the rain on purpose to destroy the mood of your plans. She can beg her eyes to stop spreading tears and blame her laugh for being so selfish. She can make you fall in love and destroy your heart with heavy sweats. Hazel was like the sun without its heat. The rain without water.

Hazel was the nightmare of a perfect dream.

"Hawk? It's me."Jack yelled through the front door. "Are you okay, man?"I opened the door and didn't say a single word to him. I was literally broken inside. I didn't feel like explaining myself to him. He did warn me. I didn't want to listen. It was my fault after all. "Why did you call and tell me that it was an emergency?"

"It is," I sat on the couch, my elbows were resting on my knees. My fingers interlinked as my unsmiling face destroyed eye contact with Jack. "I want her out of this house." My brows agreed with me. "Right now!" I ordered, firmly.

"Wait, what?" Jack replied, confusingly. "What happened? What did she do this time?" His questions caught my full attention. "Where is she?"

"I left the bedroom a few hours ago. I don't know if she's awake or sleeping." My words contained fresh anger. "She needs to leave the house, Jack. I don't want anything to do with her or that baby." My sincere tone refreshed his mind.

"Hawk," He paused as he tried to convince me to change my mind. "Are you sure about your decision? We're talking about Hazel. She was --"

"My Hazel is dead." I reminded him of her forgotten memories. "I don't know that woman upstairs." I shook my head, side to side with a desperate mindset. "I'm done fighting for her, man. I'm done." My broken voice entertained pure darkness.

"Hazel doesn't remember anything, Hawk." He sighed. "You need to be more patient and learn how to communicate with her. She needs you, man."

"Jack," I exclaimed, calmly. "I tried my best to make her happy. I tried my best to be nice to her but it's like she doesn't even care. She doesn't want me to care. She's pushing me away with her actions, her dirty words, her selfish heart." I decided to talk at last. "She wasted her last chance. She tore up my father's picture right in front of my face. She didn't even apologize to me. She thanked me with an evil laugh. How can I be with someone who doesn't care about my feelings? How can I, Jack? How can I rest in peace beside her when she can murder me in my own sleep?"

Jack was shocked by the news. He didn't know about the picture. Her reaction gave him away. He wasn't happy to hear about her selfish action.

"I'm so sorry, man." He gave me a friendly punch to the arm. "Do you want me to talk to her?" He offered, nicely. "I can try."

"No, Jack." I refused, rapidly. "I want you to take her and bring her back to Max. I'm tired of her childish games." I was being serious and I was ready to make her disappear in my life.

"Don't say things you don't mean," Jack whispered, jokingly. He really wasn't taking me seriously. "Hawk, you and I both know that your jealousy is your worst poison. You hate Max. Why are you sending her to him?"

"Were you paying attention to me?" I asked, angrily. "I don't want her to stay here anymore. I want her out of my life. I want her to disappear and forget about me." I gestured. "Oh, that's right. She did forget me after all."

"I'll try to contact Max tomorrow morning," Jack suggested. "I'll let you know." He stood up and headed to the kitchen for a bottle of cold water.

"Jack, I'm serious," I yelled. "I really don't want her around me anymore." My voice was loud and clear.

"Calm yourself down, little man." He headed back in my direction and took a sip of his water. "Everything will be okay." He confirmed. "Tell me something. Why do I feel like you're dying inside slowly based on your own decision?"

"I'm not." I punched a lie straight to his face. "I don't care about her anymore."

"Hawk, I'm not blind." Jack covered my lie with the truth. "This girl is driving you crazy, deep down. You're dying with love and it's obvious." He grabbed his keys on the couch and headed straight to the door. "I'll be waiting for your next call. You're going to change your mind anyway." He gave me the middle finger and closed the door after him.

It was already two in the morning. It was really late. My eyes were begging for a little bit of sleep. I turned all the lights off and climbed the stairs one by one. I visualized the bedroom in the dark and made my way inside. The lamp on the little table was already on. Hazel was sleeping. The plates were empty. She ate everything. She wasn't lying about that part, she really was hungry.

Her long black hair destroyed the center of her pillow. She was breathing heavy. Her mouth was half opened. Her right hand was hanging beside the bed. She was definitely sleeping profoundly. I grabbed her hand, placed it on her stomach and covered her body, slowly. As soon as I kissed her forehead, her body started to shake constantly. I thought I was the reason why but I wasn't. She was having a nightmare.

She was dreaming of someone from her past.

Maria Brown. Her mother.

She grabbed my arm with a sudden touch. Tears were falling down her face as she kept pulling me towards her. , she kept saying, I wanted to leave. I kept telling myself that she wasn't worth it but something was pulling me back. I didn't want to move, I wanted to make sure that she was okay. I wanted to make sure that she wasn't in pain.

She was my weakness.

Cold World.

"I'm right here, Hazel." I laid beside her and placed her head on my chest. "I'm right here." I tried to console her. "Shh... Shh... I'm right here." I caressed her face with sweet passion.

Her heart was beating so fast against my body. That was a new phase.

"Stay, mom." She whispered, gently. "Please, don't go." She grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it with heavy force. "No! No! No!" Her eyes opened, suddenly. Her nightmare was finally over. There I was, hugging someone who destroyed my peace with her pettiness.

"Are you okay?" My minty breath fan her face. "Did you see your mom?" I really thought she was going to push me away but she didn't. On the contrary, she leaned in closer. Maybe she was too scared to let go. Maybe she was loving my cologne. I didn't know why she was still holding on to me.

"I saw my mom."Her broken voice created silent tears. "It felt so real...It...it..." She pulled me closer as her saliva flew all over me. "I saw her. She was dead. What happened? How did she die?" Her question destroyed the truth in my mind. I didn't want her to know what happened to her mother. That was unfair and hurtful.

"Try to sleep," I tried to detach myself from her but she pulled me right back in. "I have to go."

"Please, don't go." She begged, continuously. "I don't want to sleep by myself tonight." Her face was pale and friendly. It was so hard to say no to her.

"I don't want to sleep here," I admitted, freshly. "I'll be in the next room. You'll be okay in the morning." I tried to convince her to let me go. "I promise."

"Can you at least listen to me?" She insisted. "Please." She caressed my face with the base of her fingertips. "I want to talk to someone right now. You don't even have to say anything. Just listen, please." My jaw clenched. Jack was right. This girl always gets the best of me. She drives me insane. It's hard to make up your mind when you have deep feelings for someone.

I was weak. She made me weak.

"Fine," I gave in. "Be quick." I wanted her to apologize for what she did today but she was leaving the house anyway. I didn't want to bother her with that. I made my decision, she was definitely leaving.

"Do you trust me?" She questioned, out of the blue.

"To be honest," I sighed. "No."

"Would you believe if I tell you that I just saw my mother in my dreams?"

"Even if I want to believe you, how do you know?" I reversed her question. "How do you know if that was really her? How can you prove it? You can't. You don't remember anything from your past." I continued. "So, no."

"It wasn't a dream. I mean, it was but it felt so real." She tried to explain herself. "I did see her in my dreams and I think I remember her."

"Stop manipulating me, "I ordered. "I don't believe you," I spoke the truth. "I just don't, I'm sorry."

"But I did." She insisted. "It's like I was inside a strange house and she was there. Blood all over her, she killed herself." Her words caught my attention. Maybe she was right. Maybe she was telling the truth. "Is she still alive?"

"No."

"How did she die?" She asked, urgently. "I want to know. I think I'm remembering things now. it's weird, it felt so real. I was there. I was there, Hawk."

"I think you should sleep," I suggested, hurriedly. "It's late. We can talk about everything tomorrow." I didn't want her to keep talking and stressing over her mother's death. Maybe she was right but I still didn't want to entertain something that can hurt me deeply, on the other hand.

Her mother was wearing a blue dress when she killed herself. I remember everything like it was yesterday.

"How did she die?" She asked, nicely. "What happened to her? Did you know her?"

"Yes, I did..." I responded, clearly. "She... she...Uh... She died in a car accident." I lied as I tried to close the conversation on a positive note.

"Why are you lying to me?" She stated. "I know when you're lying to me. Don't ask me. I just know."

"Can you tell me more about your dream?" I tried to see if she was playing with me. "What was she wearing in your dream?"

"I don't really remember..." Her mind was far away from the earth. She was thinking very hard. "Oh yeah, I think she was wearing a ... a blue dress..." She paused as she tried to collect her words, completely. My heart jumped from my chest. She was right about her mother. "A blue dress covered with flowers. The dress was beautiful but it was covered with fresh blood. That was her favorite dress." She chuckled, sadly. Her reaction was pointless. She didn't even know what she was saying but she was right about everything.

Wait, Hazel was right. That was exactly what she was wearing but how is this possible?

How can she remember her mother's death?

Was she gaining her memories back? Maybe it wasn't a dream. Maybe her memories were playing tricks in her mind. Maybe there was a possibility for her to remember me.

What if she remembers Max before me? Would she go back to him and forget about me? What am I saying? I was going to send her away soon or later.

Her eyes were judging me, negatively.