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Her voice was violet blue. I closed my eyes. It was my favorite color to hear.
Violet blue. His favorite color to see…and also the sound of my voice. If my failing heart hadn’t let him in before, it did just then.
When I entered Bonnie’s room, it didn’t matter to me that she was lying on the bed, a plastic tube flowing oxygen into her body through her nose; she was still the most perfect thing I’d ever seen.
I needed her, and I wasn’t sure what the hell I’d do if I didn’t have her in my life. So I would wait. I’d wait for her to wake. And we’d pray for a heart. Or I was pretty sure I’d lose the beat in mine.
I would forever chase the violet blue.
He was our home.
