x x x x

He's great, isn't he?

Such a heartbreaking combination of

shining diamond and smoldering coal

that complement her mix of

burning fire and captivating emerald.

But you, dear boy, can remember a time when

your k a l e i d o s c o p e of colors

always went perfectly hand-in-hand with that

fire and emerald.

That time seems oh so long ago

(a different month or year or world)

That time when

everything wrong felt right

and numbers weren't even in existence.

That time when

her fingers fit perfectly b e t w e e n yours

and your arms (guarded) her from the world and all of its dangers.

But it's all different now.

x x x x

The title comes from lyrics from Pierce the Veil's song Disasterology.

I got this idea from mew's drabble collection, but I decided to write freeverses instead since I'm more fond of them. Each and every one of these freeverses will be exactly 100 words! No more, no less! I'm hoping to have some fun with this and just keep my muse alive and functioning while I work away at a top secret M&MWP.

XD

This was cut out of a poem I wrote a LONG time ago and never posted. The rest was shit, but I was rather fond of this part and wanted to put it to some use.

Thanks a million, mew, for betaing!