Ephemeral Bloom

A lavender haze, a rectangle of static. That's how it began.
He wasn’t a burst of cadmium red, no jagged lines or screaming primaries – he was the quiet ochre in the corners of my vision, a softened geometry I hadn't known was missing.
We built our space from muted tones: shared silences during rainstorms, the gentle curve of his hand finding mine across the table. Each touch a delicate wash of color, layering itself onto the canvas of my solitude.
Before him, there were only sharp angles and fractured planes – a shattered mosaic of expectations. He didn't try to fix it. He simply offered me another shade, another texture, until I began to see the beauty in the brokenness.
Now, when I close my eyes, I don’t see darkness; I see an infinite gradient, his presence woven into every spectrum, a quiet resonance that redefines everything.

Editor: Abstract Whisperer