The door to Hell was blue. That seemed wrong. My brain glitched tripping over my thoughts as I argued with no one that it should be red or black.  Yeah, black maybe, like the old Rolling Stones song.  Just not blue.  Blue was the color of cool, of the sky, of his eyes…right.  I giggled madly at the realization that the door to Hell was the color of his eyes.

It was right; I was here because of him. I could hear him screaming, and wondered if the door to his Hell was the same green as my eyes, or still blue because he was his own Hell, too.


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