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i sat alone on my house's roof, the stars barely visible on the night sky.

i let out a hot breath i didn't know i was holding, the white mist blowing away in the midnight wind.

the sky was dark, black, and it reminded me of the first time

you asked me what my favourite color was when i simply never found interest in selecting one.

my mind went blank as you smiled at me and tapped your index finger to your cheek when eventually, i came to answer.

your silky black hair and dark eyes almost shouted at me as i nodded, still unsure about the whole idea. but when i saw your soul light up at my answer, i realised i was doing something right.

it wasn't until you left that i found black in everything. the dark ink that bled through the pages of my notebook, the purple hair dye that unfortunately came out almost black, my morning coffee that looks like a pool of darkness, my dull eyes after only few hours of sleep, even my own reflection as i stare mindlessly at the stranger looking back at me. your name echoing in the back of my mind for the color black is all it's known for.

and even though you had left me for someome new,

black is still my favorite color。