Colors of the Rainbow

The color that dusk and dawn create.

Nothing gave you more relaxation than the coffee from the cafe across the street, however, you weren't necessarily relaxed this time. Your legs were shaking, tapping, going numb on the floor they rested on. The chair was soft, and your hand brushed against your coffee cup to feel how hot it was. And you glanced across the table to find them, the one who you wanted to love and care for dearly but they came here as a friend. They weren't mildly interested in you, for they already had someone.

The jealousy in you was rampant and full of anger. Nonetheless, you continued to support them through their abusive relationship. Every day you saw a new pain in them, whether it be a bruise or sore eyes. Their lies of how they were okay in that disgusting apartment that their significant other pays for, that lowlife job they were forced to have by their significant other. Absolutely atrocious. But did you really think you would be able to do anything about it? Wouldn't it be meddling? They don't even love you in the way that you do, so why should you help them?

Because you don't care if they love you or not, all that matters is that they are happy. You would do anything in your power to give them what they deserve. In your eyes, they are perfect.

You don't even understand why they would have the audacity to even date someone with as much disrespect towards them--

"Hey!" The chirpy voice intrigues your attention and interrupts your thoughts. Right as the devil is mentioned, they appear. The one that is dating the person you love dearly. What a disgusting human, abusive and always objectifying them. The anger that you carry for them infuriates you at this moment you are here. You want to tackle and ransack their weak frame. Maybe they look weak to you because you feel strong. Perhaps they are big, but for now, your perspective is shifted to what anger wants you to see.

You look outside the coffee shop window and see the sunset, creating a dull but still somehow vibrant orange. Dusk is setting in and you've spent an hour with the couple discussing future plans. The one you love asked you when you would find your loved one. You stare at the table with a hesitant facial expression, which then you look up at them and say;

"I think I've already found them, but they haven't found me."