I remember the first time I saw that grey colour. Who would ever be able to forget that? How the bright colour of life suddenly turns dull, dark and grey.

I mustn't have been more than 5 years old. I had felt the cool drops of water on my skin, what my mother had called rain. I had felt her soft hand in mine, the sweet sent of her perfume filled my nose. My eyes were always drawned to the magenta colour she emitted. At that time I didn't know what it meant. That beautiful colour which I'd always loved so dearly, the first colour I ever saw. The colour of my mother. Sometimes browns or pinks or tuquoises would weave through the magenta.

She had just placed my on the bench by the busstop when all of her colour suddenly turned gray. As a loud sound suddenly came and people started screaming, I felt her arms around me, whispering her last words to me, before I felt us fall.

I woke up as warm drops of thick liquid fell on my face. Her beautiful magenta colour was gone and I only saw darkness. But I knew it came from her. 

That was the first time I experienced death.

Another short story from here! It's a story that I have had in my head for some time now.

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