He stood at the edge of the sea with a tranquil face and a turbulent soul.
Despite Marine drive bustling with every possible noise, he couldn’t take his eyes off the rainbow. It reminded him of her too much – The violets of her perfume, blues of her bangles, greens of her favorite scarf, yellows of her dupatta, oranges of her bindi….. And red of her blood.
“It’s all gonna be ok,” he murmured to himself, and threw the dagger in the sea with shaking hands. Opening his umbrella, he walked away with quick steps. It all reminded him of her too much.