list is based off of resources I have found as well as my personal
with all correspondences, this is a place to start from, not the
end-all be-all of color meanings.
list generally assumes that brighter colors are healthier and more
positive, while duller colors are negative and less positive. Use
your intuition to determine the true role a color plays.
If one color is covering
another, this can indicate outer appearance, how others perceive
them, or a blockage that is preventing the inner color from shining.
If one color is mixed with another in stripes, lines, or spots, the
person presents both qualities in equal or similar measure.
If two or more colors appear to blend together, this can indicate
strong balance and intermingling of personal energies.
If a person primarily presents only one color with no overlays, they
are honestly projecting their inner energies.
RED A healthy ego. Strong
passion. Highly grounded. A survivalist’s spirit, highly realistic.
Can indicate a powerful, competitive, energetic person. Indicates
confidence. Strong personal power. Related to warriors, battle, and
love. Someone who is used to being noticed.
RED If you read the red
energies in a negative light, it may indicate an obsession with the
physical world, an obsession with the ego, anger, and a poor control
of emotions and temperament.
Confidence, good health, and vitality. An excited person highly
connected with the physical world around them. Productive, sociable,
courageous. Someone who makes a good friend. Joy, sunshine,
enthusiasm. Happiness, creativity. Strong orange colors indicate good
OF ORANGE Red-orange; combined
with Red values such as passion and sexual desire. Yellow-orange;
More joyful and exuberant. Can denote a scientific mind. Pale orange;
Disconnected from physicality and the five senses.
Awakening, optimism, easy-going. A sunny person, who is open and
makes friends easily. Inspired and intelligent. Good levels of
energy. Cheerfulness, mental activity. A person in positive spiritual
development, developing wisdom, gaining new ideas, and mental
YELLOW Over-thinking, highly
critical of the self or others. Muddied energies. Fatigue from stress
or trying to learn everything at once. Excessive caution.
OF YELLOW Light yellow: Strong
spiritual growth, intellect, freshness, joy, and springtime
qualities. Strong positive nature.
The color of nature. Represents growth and balance. Especially shows
someone highly connected with nature. Shows strong Universal love.
Compassion and a desire to be a help to others. A color of balance
and harmony. A willingness to change and transform. Fertility,
creativity, freshness. A restful, healing color.
GREEN Negative ambition, greed,
or jealousy. A negative connection with nature. Possessiveness, a
fear of being unloved. Sensitive to criticism and lacking personal
OF GREEN Yellow-green; Strong
communication, heartfelt emotions, and improved creativity. Emerald
green; Very strong connection with nature, good prosperity. May
indicate a healer, especially an herbal or natural healer.
A color of relaxation, peace, and calmness. Indicates a steady and
balanced nature. Someone who is deeply relaxed. Caring, loving, and
sensitive energies. Easily able to speak the truth; confident
authority. A strong sense of purpose, spiritually connected.
BLUE Fear of speaking the
truth, fear of the future, fear of expression. Disliking the unknown.
Not preferring spiritual activity.
OF BLUE Light blue; Very strong
healing energies, may indicate a healer or someone with natural
healing talent. Speaks the truth easily and well. Confident.
Tranquility, softness. Royal blue; Deep spiritual connection,
understands the mysteries of life. Knowledge, power, integrity,
seriousness. Indigo; Deep feeling, intuition, and sensitivity.
Deep, two-way spiritual connection. Someone dedicated to their
spirituality or the spirit world. Someone with great spiritual
potential. Indicates psychic and magical power. A potential for, or
an abundance of, strong psychic abilities. Ambition and mystery.
VIOLET Neglecting the spiritual
and spirit world. Spiritual greed.
OF VIOLET Lavender; softness,
growing, spiritual immaturity. Seen in those with great spiritual
potential. Vision, imagination, daydreaming. Deep violet; Possibly
disconnected from reality due to major spiritual connections.
A rich, ruddy brown can indicate an honest and trustworthy nature.
Someone well grounded. Someone who has what they need in life and is
at peace with what they have. A good friend, giving and generous.
BROWN Indicates a great deal of
negativity, jealousy, greed, and insecurity.
OF BROWN Earthy tones; Highly
connected with nature.
Angelic or divine associations, indicating a source of good and pure
energies that are manifest in this person’s life. Can reflect or hold
other energies. Indicates a person pure and good of heart. A divinely
WHITE Possible illness. Abusing
the gifts the universe gives you. Misguided.
Can denote a spiritual awakening as the color may be ‘unset’.
GRAY Blockages, unhealthy and
negative energies. Unwellness.
Captures and transforms energy. May be related to psychic vampirism.
Related to mystery and death. An unforgiving nature.
Spiritual and psychic
abundance. A spiritual awakening. A gifted person. Nurturing and
inventive with new ideas.
A divinely inspired person. May indicate a strong healing nature.
Someone who is advancing and evolving spiritually. Very strong
connections to enlightenment. Inner peace, divine guidance, spiritual
A bright, young soul. Many aspects are still in development. Great
future potential. A strong sensitivity. A need for serenity and
Can indicate a healer, someone with evolved spiritual gifts, or a
spiritually gifted person.
Greenway, Agatha Christie’s house in Devon, England
Featured in Agatha Christie’s Poirot 13x03: “Dead Man’s Folly”
“So, in some strange twist of fate for Poirot and for me, we were to shoot the final sequences of ‘Dead Man’s Folly’ [the last episode they filmed] at Greenway itself in the last days of June 2013, sending Hercule Poirot to Dame Agatha’s own home. It would be the first time that the fictional character of Poirot arrived at the home of his creator.” - David Suchet, Poirot and Me
Listen, I love my inquisitor, but I also have this great vision of her and the advisors standing around the war table like “we have so few resources, here in our massive castle where we’re training an army, how can we possibly hope to defeat Corypheus” and then the doors bang open and there stands the Hero of Ferelden. She cracks her knuckles. “Listen up kiddos - oh hey, Cullen - listen, back in my day, I defeated a god with the help of like 5 randos and a dog. What seems to be the problem.”
Dean slowly realizes that Castiel’s vision is deteriorating.
Or maybe it had never been all that great.
At least, his vessel’s vision isn’t great and all of that squinting Castiel does isn’t just squinting for the sake of squinting. Dean figures Jimmy may have worn glasses or contacts in his life that Cas had never bothered utilizing for whatever reason.
He needs to hold his cell phone screen up closer to his face - then back - and then close again while trying to read text messages, all the while squinting.
Dean took him to the movie theater once just for the hell of it and had sat in the back row while Castiel had spent the whole time squinting and asking Dean which character was currently on screen,effectively sucking the fun out of that evening.
Eventually, after enough evidence, Dean drags Castiel to an eye doctor because as adorable as they are, the squints were apparently a sign of visual impairment and not a constant state of confusion or suspicion.
Sure enough, Cas is blind as fuckand how he’d been getting around all these years is a miracle in itself.
The doctor sets Cas up with a nice set of bold, black rims not too long after (which, first off, hell yeah) and Castiel actually fucking gasps when he slips them on and sees Dean clearly for the first time.
“You’re beautiful.” Castiel murmurs, reaching out a hand to gently brush at the freckles along the bridge of Dean’s nose.
Dean blushes profusely and gives an attempt at a sputter, but doesn’t say anything when Castiel stares at him in awe the entire ride home.
what do you think of the pluto in sagittarius generation?
The Pluto in Sagittarius generation refers to a group of people born from 1995-2008. These individuals are highly absorbed in spiritual pursuits, exploration, travel, and culture. Intelligence is an inherent characteristic, a terrific intuition and awareness of the higher mind. Higher education, particularly through university and revisiting philosophy and ancient religion are typically emphasised. There is a secular component to Pluto in Sagittarius people. They are not so much religiously ordained as spiritually hungry, that which entails indulgence in all forms of teaching and personalised learning. There is an appreciation for globalisation, so for the individual to relish with an ease of contacting people and information from all parts of the world online and through efficient travel is a reflection of an appreciation for the times.
Pluto in Sagittarius people look toward the future, typically with a great prophetic vision. This also generates political activism, although this may be individualised, and at times repulsion, considering the threats of climate change, nature atrophy, and the extinction of wildlife, there can be a tremendous fear and trepidation. These people are currently locked out of the housing market and likely forced to rent, a theme probable to continue. This relates to the Sagittarius nomad, that which finds no home or source of centre but the self. Enthusiasm for life is rich with Pluto in Sagittarius people. There is a luminescence, a unity of languages, and cultures, and dance, and beliefs. These people are fascinating adventurers and experimenters, models of solo action, and they may use hallucinogens as a tool of expansion or delight. The shadows of Pluto in Scorpio hung in the air as Pluto in Sagittarius was coming into life. And they were born of light, a sort of candle after the darkness, they have learned from the Pluto in Scorpios, and gathered much wisdom, their pilgrimage is only just beginning, the Gods are laughing
Pluto in Sagittarius people look toward the future, typically with a great prophetic vision. This also generates political activism, although this may be individualised, and at times repulsion, considering the threats of climate change, nature atrophy, and the extinction of wildlife, there can be a tremendous fear and trepidation. These people are currently locked out of the housing market and likely forced to rent, a theme probable to continue. This relates to the Sagittarius nomad, that which finds no home or source of centre but the self. Enthusiasm for life is rich with Pluto in Sagittarius people. There is a luminescence, a unity of languages, and cultures, and dance, and beliefs.
I had this great shower vision of how every time Yuri says “well I was messing around with a routine in Detroit and Phichit liked it but I thought it was pretty flashy”, Victor just pulls out a bottle of vodka and starts chugging instead of screaming “WHY DIDN’T YOU SKATE LIKE THIS AT THE OLYMPICS? I WAS SO BORED AT THE OLYMPICS.”
I met this girl at work a few of months back. I thought she was cute so I gave her my number, but I told her we would talk business. Her name is Melanie– short, brown skin– one of those delta sorority sisters who sounds mad country. She wanted to work on this piece with me– at least that’s what she made it seems like. She wanted to do a spoken word visual about growing up in poverty as black people. I thought she had a great vision. I let her know that it was a really good idea. I was kind of excited to be honest. She called me that same night to talked about it and everything sounded like a go.
We made arrangements to meet up to actually discuss this vision. We sat down and thought about different ways to portray the different ideas. We had gone through a lot in our short time on this earth. We came from different backgrounds, so she never saw the things that I saw. She told me I introduced her to a new world. She told me she liked that about me. I wasn’t sure if it was the compliment or not but at that moment I felt some real ass chemistry. Before you know it we started to share some personal thing about our life. She told me she appreciated how open and transparent I was. Things had got really deep.
Maybe a little too deep, I could tell it had gotten a little overwhelming so I asked if she wanted to go for a walk. She agreed and we went outside and just start walking. It felt great. I love nature. I love everything about it. It kind of helps me feel free. I could tell she felt a little better herself. Finally, we had a seat on the bench that was right outside this coffee shop. She told me that she was glad she ran into me when she did. She told me I seemed like a great guy and she could the two of us becoming really great friends. I agreed. I definitely saw that too.
I cannot lie. That shit made my dick tremble a little bit. Don’t ask me how or why– just know that it did. I made the suggestion to link up again some other time. I told her we would have fun and the next time we link up we didn’t have to talk about the heavy shit. After that we kind of said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Later on that night she thanked me for listening to her. She told me she has always had so much to say but no one to really say it to. She told me that was the reason why she wrote– to say the things she couldn’t say to anyone else. Ironically, that was kind of the reason why I started to write. I used to write just to clear my mind. I wrote anything from poems to essays– outside of university work to journal entries.
The more she revealed about herself the stronger my attraction towards her became. Sometimes when she would speak I could just hear the passion in her voice. It was the sexiest thing ever. She made my dick tremble quite often and didn’t have to be talking about sex. Bruh, she told me a story about how she had to go off on her co worker– I swear I couldn’t help myself. That shit was sexy af. She just started going in and I could hear myself saying, “damn, I love you” I was thinking to myself, “this chick might be wifey.”
Over the span of couple months we had gotten really close. Sometimes when she came over she would spend then night. We had gotten really close. I felt like it was about that time to take our relationship to the next level. I felt like I could be myself with her and I felt that wholeheartedly. We had already gone on a number of dates. There was no reason why we weren’t already a couple. I had been thinking about it for weeks. I had even called my best friend to ask for his opinion. He gave me his blessings and that was all I needed. I trusted his word. He always had my best interest at heart.
That night I called her and asked her if she could meet me at the coffee shop. The coffee shop was the symbol of our relationship. It symbolized the pinnacle of our growth. It was apart of our history. We met there often to talk about our project ideas and to talk about life. That coffee shop meant a lot to our relationship and I wanted it to continue to be apart of us.
That night I told her to meet at the coffee shop so we could talk about this idea I had. It had been awhile since we actually sat down and talk about our ideas. My ideas often came to me while I was laying in bed. I would usually write them down before I go to sleep. We called each other every night before bed. I guess that’s why I’ve been thinking about her so much lately. I didn’t think about much of anything at night other than spending time with her. I guess you can tell how much I really liked her.
She called me to let me know she was close. I had already ordered some tea and sat on the outside. Before she got off the phone she told me that she had something to tell me. I had no idea what she had to say but it made me nervous. I was already been kind of nervous to finally ask her out despite being so close but it added to my anxieties. All types of things started to go through my head. I called my boy back real quick to calm my nerves but as soon as he answered the phone I could see Melanie pulling up.
I told him I’ll call him back and greeted Melanie. She smiled and gave me hug as usual. Everything seemed to be fine and my nerves seemed to have calm down. She asked me about the ideas I had. I kind of wanted to know what she had to say to me before I got into why I asked her to come out. I just told her away. I told her about a few project ideas for this short film I wanted to do. I wanted to document black hair and what our hair means to our identity. I wanted to focus on standard of beauty and natural hair for both men and women. There were some other things I wanted to discuss but I was too anxious to find out what she wanted to say to me.
She started to mention the weather and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. She knew I loved shit like that. I thought it was going to have one of those romantic moments you read about in story books. After awhile my anxiety dissipated and I was actually feeling pretty good about everything. While we were walking she grabbed and held my hand. She told me that she really like me and maybe even loved me. I was excited and a little relieved but I also had butterflies in my stomach. I could only smile despite the discomfort.
She mentioned her ex. She told me she wanted to tell me something and it had to do with him. I could feel myself getting sick to my stomach. My anxieties were going through the roof at this point. I stopped walking. I stood there and waited for her say something disappointing. I just had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me I wasn’t going to like what she had to say. Then she looked over to me and said “my ex is actually my husband” I just looked at her in disbelief. Apparently they hadn’t gotten a divorce but they were just separated– legally at least.
He had been overseas for six months on a mission. She said that he was coming back and that he was going to kick her out the house they had together. She told me they had some type of agreement but that didn’t matter to. She lied to me. She was never really honest with me. This entire time I thought I had really found someone to me. I thought I finally found someone. There was not enough unconditional love that would make me forgive her so easily. I couldn’t believe I let this happen to me.
She had a whole ass husband. A whole ass military nigga. I got so sick that I actually puked. I had to leave. I had to get away from the situation. I didn’t know what else to do. She could have told me about this. I don’t know why she hadn’t told me this to behind with. There had been so many opportunities for her to tell me about this but she waited until the moment I thought she couldn’t do any wrong.
She told me that she had more to say but I couldn’t take it. I didn’t want to hear it. I just went home. I didn’t even call my boy. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. She had been hitting me up that entire night but I refused to answer. I just put on some Jazz music and internalized everything gotdamn thing that has ever happened in my entire life up until that point until I just fell asleep of exhaustion.
I felt so empty and incomplete but I also had this heaviness about myself. I didn’t want to talk to her but I knew I wouldn’t feel better until I found out what else she had to say. I shut myself out from the world for a couple days. I just hadn’t been feeling like myself. I hadn’t returned any of her calls and to be honest it was eating me alive. I needed something to help me take my mind off of Melanie. I thought if I invited another woman over that she would help me take my mind off of things. I thought she would make me feel good– make me feel like myself again.
I called Jasmine. We used to mess around from time to time. I hadn’t seen her in awhile. I ask her if she wanted drop after she got home from work. That usually meant she would come through for sex. I thought that was something I needed but when she got there I just wasn’t feeling it. I could barely function let alone entertain a woman while the entire time I was thinking about someone else. I didn’t make me feel any better. I actually felt worse. I thought she would be fun. I thought she would’ve brought me out of that shitty mood I was in but all she really wanted to do was to have sex. I guess I got what I was asking for.
I had been too detached to do anything remotely close to sex and Jasmine didn’t like it. She had gotten really upset so I just asked her to leave. While escorting her out Melanie pulled up.
Gotham city was going crazy tonight. People who swore to stick to the law were committing crimes and criminals went wilder than before. Not even the police could control the city tonight. This all thanks to the one who woke from the dead, Gotham’s worst nightmare but also one of the most admired criminals, Jerome Valeska. For some, he was an idol but for me, he was even more.
I loved Jerome. We had been friends for years and I could tell that his life with his mother was taking it’s toll on him. I had tried to help him but it didn’t take long until his mind just snapped. His mother’s dead didn’t surprise since after all we had planned it together. The biggest surprise was that he didn’t tell the police about me at all. For years we had been close and we had this thing going on where we flirted with each other and we acted like we were a couple. Too bad we weren’t.
Once he went to Arkham I was all alone. Losing the only friend I had was hard and it surely did something to my head. Damn, I was ready to break him out of that hellhole. Before I got into action, he was already outside. I heard of the Maniax and that inspired me to go out and find him. I needed Jerome! I had to se him. I wasn’t scared, not at all although I should be. I saw what he had done to people. He was a murderer. I didn’t mind.
My mission failed badl. I simply didn’t find him. The worst part was when he was announced dead. It broke my heart. I cried for days and weeks. I didn’t take care of myself. I felt completely lost and that’s when I though my life ended. Jerome’s resurrection was a miracle and after a long period of loneliness I’d finally see him again. Right here tonight.
The carnival was full of people both happy and sad. Most were here with someone but I was walking around alone.I had come late which wasn’t bad because Jerome’s big event would start any time soon. People were already heading to the big tent and I could feel how excitement made my heart flutter. I fixed my black skirt that matched my black crop top. I had some heels on and I had done my make-up real nice. Hopefully Jerome remembered me.
I got inside the tent where I saw a boy tied to a pole. As I walked closer I recognized Bruce Wayne, the rich kid whose parents were killed. As I looked a little further from Bruce I saw someone with white pants, a red jacket and a hat. My heart jumped to my throat. That was Jerome! My entire body froze and I just stared at him. It felt unreal. His face seemed strange and that’s when I realized he had stapled it back on. Poor thing.
‘’GCPD!’’ I heard someone yell and the next thing I knew was that the police came inside with guns and people went crazy. Shit. ‘’No no no’’ I muttered and moved out of the way so I wouldn’t be stepped on. People were all over the place and soon I lost sight of Jerome. I couldn’t lose him now! A big bang made everyone shut up for a second. I tried to see what had happened, but the mass of people was literally forcing me out of the tent.
‘’Let me go!’’ I screamed but my voice drowned underneath the chaos. I heard gunshots and police officers yelling at us to back off. I gritted my teeth and I tried to break myself free, but it was impossible. A huge guy was in front of me and as he backed away, I had to back off too. Before I knew it, I was standing behind a line of police officers. They wouldn’t let us go.
Tears stung my eyes and I wanted to attack someone but that would be useless. I just waited anxiously with my heart beating in my throat. Would Jerome come back? ‘’Did the boy blow up?’’ Some spoke behind me. I turned around to see two clowns dressed in dark clown costumes. They were laughing now. I was surrounded by idiots! I had to get Jerome!
A few gasps made me look towards the tent again. I couldn’t believe what I saw. The fucking boy was alive and he was bloody. The famous police officer Jim Gordon walked closer to bruce with an older man. Bruce ran into the man’s hands and Jim just watched. Where was Jerome?
My thoughts were answered quickly. I saw Jerome walking hazily towards the boy. He was ready to kill Bruce. ‘’Jerome!’’ I screamed in horror as I realized that Jim Gordon noticed him too. Then I lost it. I kicked the people in front of me and then I ran as fast as I could. I didn’t have to think twice. Every muscle in my body forced me to run to Jerome. I would die for him if I had to!
I gritted my teeth and ran even faster. Jerome’s eyes moved from Bruce to me. I didn’t come a second too late. Just before Jim Gordon could attack Jerome, I stepped in between.’’Don’t!’’ I screamed loudly. I raised my arms and I stood in front of Jerome, shielding him from the police officer. Everyone were looking now..
Jim Gordon stopped and he looked at me with confusion. I doubt anyone expected this to happen. Tears started rolling down my face and my entire body was shaking. ‘’Step out of the way miss’’ Jim told me angrily. Bruce Wayne was staring at me too with the other guy who I thought was his butler. ‘’I can’t’’ I told Jim sadly and then I stepped a few steps back so I was closer to Jerome’s body. ‘’I said move!’’ Jim yelled now and he grabbed his gun.
‘’No! You wouldn’t do that if you were me and Jerome was Lee!’’ I whimpered and let more tears roll down my face. Suddenly Jim’s anger faded and he looked shocked, nearly sad. An arm draped around my waist and I flinched because I startled. It was Jerome. ‘’Yeah Jim you wouldn’t let anyone shoot dear old lee although you’re not a thing anyone’’ Jerome teased the armed police man. His voice and touch made me want to hug him, but I had to stay like this. ‘’Don’t talk about Lee’’ Jim growled. This turned truly dramatic.
‘’Yes I will. You need to understand Jim! I saw how you looked at her when you were at the circus that night. You would never let her die like this! Why the heck would I let Jerome die?’’ I raised my voice and now I got angry and frustrated. Jim loaded the gun and I knew he tried to scare me away. ‘’Shoot me fine I don’t care just don’t kill Jerome’’ I begged sadly. My arms started to feel heavy since I was still holding them up.
‘’You can’t kill me Jim. You’d break her heart’’ Jerome growled now. I shut my eyes for a second and I tried to keep myself together. Just as Jim was going to open his mouth, Bruce Wayne put his hand on Jim’s shoulder, catching his attention. ‘’Don’t’’ I heard Bruce say which surprised the hell out of me. Why did Bruce do that?
Before I could think too much, some of Jerome’s supporters broke free and they attacked the police. Some stepped in front of us and that was our shot to escape. ‘’Come on Y/N we need to go’’ he giggled with a weird voice, probably because his face was almost loose. He grabbed my hand and started running, dragging me with him. It didn’t take long until I started running too and adrenaline took over my body What the hell was happening?
‘’Whe-Where are we going?’’ I asked Jerome with my heart beating faster than ever. Jerome slowed down and pointed at a white van. ‘’Away’’ He replied simply and then opened the car door for me. ‘’Get in’’ He barked and I did exactly as told. I wasn’t sure if he had any feelings towards me anymore but I had hope. Together we got inside the van and Jerome started the engine. The police tried to catch us by running, but Jerome was really quick to get on the road and before I knew it he was speeding away from the chaos. I was silenced by shock.
He started laughing loudly while driving. I got a better look of him now. He was bleeding a lot and I doubted that his vision was great. Luckily he stayed on the road. ‘’You are full of surprises!’’ He snickered and glanced at me. At least he remembered me. ‘’I couldn’t let you die Jerome. Jim was going to knock you out. You should have seen his face’’ I explained with a shaky voice. It made him sigh.
‘’I always have a way to come back. This time my life card was you’’ He spoke mysteriously. I wonder what death had done to him. ‘’Hey’’ He suddenly gasped and seemed surprised. I nodded and waited for him to go on. ‘’Since you compared us to Jimmy and Lee..does that meant you have a crush on me?’’ Jerome asked me slickly. My eyes widened and I felt a little embarrassed. So I didn’t know what to say. Would he kill me? I wasn’t scared of that but I was scared of losing him.
‘’Silence is a sign of consent’’ He reminded me. ‘’Okay Jerome I like you. You’re the only friend I ever had. I wouldn’t die for anyone’’ I shrugged and wanted to sink into the leather seat. He just kept a smile on his face that seemed like it hurt like hell. His silence was killing me but I didn’t complain. At least I was by his side again.
‘’Do you wanna guess why I didn’t snitch of you to the police?’’ Jerome suddenly suggested strangely. ‘’Um..because snitches get stitches?’’ I guessed lamely. It made him laugh. ‘’Oh Y/N you’re still yourself. I thought you’d be terrified of me’’ He admitted with amusement in his voice. ‘’But the reason is because I like you and I didn’t want you to go to hell with me. I kinda had this feeling you’d come back sooner or later’’ Jerome admitted and made me feel tingly. Was he serious?
‘’Wait..so are you saying that..um..I mean..’’ I started blabbering something. Jerome hit the brakes and I squealed, holding onto the seat-belt so I wouldn’t fly through the window. No words were changed. He cupped my face and pulled me close to him. The next thing I knew was a shocker. Jerome pressed his bloody lips against mine, making my heart flutter like a butterfly on fire. I shut my eyes and let the moment control me.
I kissed him back gently and enjoyed the thrill I got. Although his face was almost falling off and he was bloody, I could enjoy the kiss because he did. Then he pulled back and looked into my eyes. ‘’is that a good answer for you?’’ He wanted to know. ‘’You bet it is’’ I giggled and suddenly I felt happy again. It’s like my sadness washed away and I could enjoy life again.
Because I knew that I had Jerome again and this time I wouldn’t leave his side no matter what..