No colour had ever mattered to Gabriel. Colours were just colours. But her eyes. Oh, her eyes. The moment he’d looked into them long ago, every existing thing had held a breath with him in acquiescence. He was sure nothing to ever graze any realm, space and nook in the vast universe could replicate that very same colour. He remembered the very first thoughts that had crossed his mind back then. That he wanted to bottle it, to make it an elixir for the unexplainable heartache it had given him.
