Colours.

There are times where one has to stop devoting into something, ever so seriously.

And M has reached that conclusion.
His mouth has sealed itself.
The once beautiful memories, kept in the corner.
In a locked box, the key thrown away.
The origami, loses its colours.
But somehow, safely kept inside.

And that origami, always looking somewhere else.
Someone else.
Trying to fly away from her corner, back to a supposedly confused, unsure, "comforting" arm.
Ignoring the shadow that was there to save her, guide her.
Which what he had hoped for.

And he returned to his lifeless routine.

"Ciao..."

He whispered to himself...