The sun dipped low in the sky, tinting the sands of the desert a hot coral hue as it partially disappeared over the horizon. That is when the young man clad in a sharp black tuxedo appeared in the distant. Tall and lanky, he was still quite a handsome youth, with a strong chin, aquiline nose, piercing emerald green eyes, and short red hair combed back in a duck’s tail.
Walking slowly, at ease with the world and himself, he approached the young woman in the diaphanous white gown. This young woman was breathtakingly beautiful, with voluminous, wavy black hair, sultry blue eyes, a long, slender nose, full lips, and a delicate chin.
As the man spotted the woman and she him, they both froze. Taking each other in with their eyes, they seemed as if to slip into a limbo of sorts, a realm where time held no sway.
His mouth dropping slightly agape, the man raised his left arm, reaching out to the living vision before him.
“I see your true colours shining through. I see your true colours, and that’s why I love you.”
The woman smiled, the corners of her lips turning upward ever so slightly.
“So don’t be afraid to let it show,” he continued on. “Your true colours … your true colours … are beautiful …”
Raising her right hand, the woman took his wrist into her grasp. Tightening her hold ever so delicately, she gently tugged his arm towards her.
That is when she flicked out the stiletto blade she had been concealing in her other hand.
“I remember bridges!” she hissed, her facade of bliss discarded and replaced with the venomous countenance of a demoness. “I burn them to the ground!”
She then struck, driving the blade of the knife straight through his palm. Blood jetted forth from the wound in varicoloured shades and tints.
“My God!” he cried. “It’s full of rainbows!”