Black. It was so black that there was no undertones, no other color but that one shade, black. I cupped my mouth to stop the gasp as much as possible. The bowl in my hand crashes and I try to save it before it hits the ground. But it's no use he hears it and turns around. His eyes are streaked red with tears and I can't help the feeling of my heart dropping as I stare at him. He's so damn beautiful like this and I know he's hurting. 

I hear their footsteps behind me, calling my name and he stares at me as if to say

'Don't do it' 

I nod my head and walk out of the room closing the door. 

"Where is he?" 

I shake my head and tears fall down. 

"I'm so sorry."