Title: Lost Colors

Summary:  Everything is lost for one poor soul.

Genre:: Tales of the Abyss

Notes:  Short drabble.  Just felt the urge to write this form some reason and not really a spoiler to anything.

The garden was in full bloom and the smell of flowers was overpowering.  Birds sung overhead and the sky was a gorgeous blue.  Nature was at its finest today but for one man it didn’t matter.  Nothing really touched him theses days.  Not the friends who came to visit him, the family who worried, the woman who loved him, or the servants who would look at him sadly.  All he could see was the swirl of colors, blood red hair, and the bright gold of a lost soul.  It hurt to think of those lost colors when everything appeared grey, dull, and lifeless. 

Sometimes if he was really still and quiet in the dead of night, he could hear the one he lost say his name.  Other times he wondered if it was just his imagination or if he was truly going mad. Alas what did it matter anymore?  There was nothing left for him on this world except dust and ashes.

The irony of that thought made him laugh bitterly and tears spilled down his pale cheeks.