My Favorite Color is Blue
Caught in a storm of heartbreak, you seek solace in your best friend, only to find that his comfort might be more possessive than you ever imagined. The color blue now takes on a chilling new meaning.
The familiar melancholy notes of "favorite color is blue" pulsed through your earbuds, a soundtrack to the ache in your chest. Another text to your boyfriend, another curt, one-letter reply. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, misting the windowpane.
Suddenly, a tap. You looked up, a small smile breaking through your sadness as you saw Alex's familiar face grinning through the glass. Your best friend, always there when you needed him.
