A/N: Just to clarify, most of the conversations are over the phone. I tried to make it as clear as possible.        Blue.   What do you associate with this colour? It is said to be one of the most calming of colours, and it is, really. Blue is the sky, the sea, the colour of the walls in the newborn baby's room.    Blue is sadness. Utter disappointment. Pity.   Blue is the only colour I saw on that day, and days after, sometimes even days before.     You see, I'm an artist. Colours are my inspiration; my feelings, really. On happy days, of course I'm yellow. When I'm hungry, red. But that day, that day was just blue. Maybe black even.   -   "Don't worry, Luhan. I'll be gone for a semester. I'll be back before you know it."    This was four months ago. Before the cheating. Before the lies.   We had stood hand in hand at the terminal. I was on my way to America to study abroad for three short months, but to the both of us, it seemed like an eternity.   "Flight 108 to depart for LAX, California in 30 minutes."   "That's my cue. I have to leave Luhan." I gave him a quick hug and deeply inhaled his scent before parting.   "I'll miss you a lot, Yura ah. Don't forget my face, okay?" He ruffled my hair playfully and took a long look at my face, as if engraving it into his memory. "Three months. See you then." He kissed my cheek and let me go.   It was hard on the both of us, but we were strong enough to know that we both have our own lives. Luhan knew better than to try to hold me back. So, no tears shall be shed. Still, being strong is different than acting strong. And I was just acting, at the moment.   I let a small smile grace my lips, and blinked away any tears that threatened to slip. "Goodbye, Luhan. I love you."   He smiled back, wider and brighter. "Love you more. Now go, before you miss your flight."   I nodded and picked up my suitcase, trying as confidently as I could, to walk towards the gate without blubbering.   One last look, I turned around slightly. Luhan smiled again and waved. I smiled back.   I think that was the last genuine smile I ever gave him.   -   California. Beautiful. It was everything I had imagined it to be. Happy was an understatement. It was an emotion I was definitely obligated to feel, but something I surely was not.   "How is he?" I spoke to Yixing on the other line.    "What do you think? Miserable, just like you."   I sighed heavily. "Yeah?"   "What do you suppose I do? He won't stop mopping and the man, if he even deserves the title," Yixing mumbled, "hasn't showered in three days. He smells like donkey's , and he's making my nose suffer. And my eyes. Because let me tell you, Luhan looks damn ugly right now."   I chucked lightly, "Just get him showered. Tell him I'll call after my exhibit this week. It's only been a week, so he'll get better for sure."   "Can't I just put him on the phone?"    "Sure."   "Ge, Yura's on the phone, so get your up and off the couch." was heard in the background. Yixing could never be delicate with his words, could he?   "Yura! How's everything? Are you eating well? Did any surfer guys try to hit on you? Should I come over there and beat them up?"   "Hey, Lu, I'm good," I smiled at his concern, "More importantly, how are you? And to answer your questions, yes, yes, no."    "Okay, okay. Wait, what? Yes?! They hit on you?! What'd they do? Are you hurt?! Did you-"   "Luhan, I'm joking." I said, laughing, "I'm fine, really. Don't pop a blood vessel, alright?"   "Jesus, woman. You scared me. You know how afraid I am of losing you."    I could practically see him clutching his heart in relief. "Anyways, Luhan, you need to shower. I can smell you from here, and you need to eat something besides ramyeon. Stop watching Running Man, will you? Get out for some fresh air, and hang out with Sehun, because I know he misses you."   There was a slight pause before I heard Luhan softly chuckle. "It's funny how you know me so well. Or do you have a spy?"   "Yes, Luhan, I've wired your apartment with cameras disguised as cereal boxes. I know what you've been doing." I replied sarcastically. "But seriously, don't be such a baby. You're making Yixing suffer... And me."   "Alright, mom. You don't have to tell me twice. I'll go shower and spoil Sehun. Make sure to call me later alright?"   "Will do. Love you."   "Love you more."     Yellow. Yellow is closely tied to happiness, joy, and intellect. It's the colour of sunshine. A colour that is very applicable to how I was feeling.   -   "Yura! I'm so glad to hear you! How are you? How are your classes?"   "Everything's great; my professors are giving me a lot of work, but, I don't know.. I kind of like it. I like the feeling of having something to do."   "That's just like you, always busy."   "And you, Luhan? How are you making your time now?"   "Oh, just hanging out with Sehun sometimes. Yixing, too. It's great and all, but everything's different without you."   "Lu, stop, you'll make me cry." I replied, half joking. "I'll be back soon! In the mean time, we can always talk over the phone."   He hummed in response, obviously sulking a little. "Okay... I'll talk to you later than Yura ah. I love you."   "Love you too, Lu."   -   Some weeks went by and I didn't have the time to talk to Luhan. He would call, and I would text back my apologies and excuses.   Eventually, he just stopped calling.   It didn't take a genius to figure out that we were growing apart. I couldn't just ignore the fact, but I should make an effort to contact him.   -   "Yura, are you alright? You look distressed." A hand lightly shook my shoulder