A/N: My love to all of you who reviewed the last chapter, and have reviewed throughout this collection. It has been a pleasure to write.
Final Ray- White
White was the colour of broken warm icicles that shocked and comforted.
White was the colour of a Saturday evening in midst of a warm summer.
White was colour of the flower she placed on the grave of a mother she barely new.
White was the colour of the gloves he made to refine his art.
White was the colour of emptiness they felt as the murderers took over their souls.
White was the colour of the walls in her room that stayed bare and plain but hopeful.
White was the colour of all he could see when he locked himself away from the world.
White was the colour of the dress she wore on the day she remembered true happiness.
White was the colour of the front door of the house that he bought and would spend the rest of his days paying for, but he could not care less.
And white was the colour of the crib in the nursery, waiting for its new owner.
A/N And now I will attempt to continue with my other Royai... I know, I am a terrible procrastinator!
Let me know what you think with a final review!