What color will the sky be when I die? Will the sun shine bright? Will it rain, to mourn me? Will it be sunset, making the sky in beautiful shades of purple? Will it be grey, like the smoke of a cigarette to calm itself down? I won’t be able to know, all because of the fact that I’ll only be left as a soul. Maybe even forgotten. Never thought of the fact that I already saw that day, when you killed me, broke my soul into pieces. I want you to know that I forgave you. I want you to know that it was sunrise at the time and the sky was a mix of yellow and purple, strangely beautiful. There was a fair amount of clouds but they looked faded. They faded at the same time as your love for me did.