White. Everything was white. The light was white, as well as the taste of the wind. She was white. Her aura was white. The hormones in his head were white. The touch from her caressing the back of his neck was also white.
She looked down upon him, blue eyes like reflecting diamonds. Her red hair hovered over him. Gently brushing against his cheek. Her smile was white. Pure.
He began to fuss.
"Shush, now." She spoke without breaking her white smile. "Shush now, Michael. Everything will be the same. Everything will never strange. Everything will be melancholy, unless you change."
He groaned, yearning for her to speak again. Her voice was as gentle as a breeze through a tree. She repeats, her fingers wove themselves behind his scalp as she lifted him up, cradling him. Swallowing him up.
This always happened. Years of abuse, pain and death. He always arrived here. Witnessing the memories of someone of the outer world. He wanted to experience this. He wanted this to be r