You were red. Passionate, reckless, alive. Like fire. And he liked that. He liked the way you made him feel, the way you were everything he wasn't. Everything he needed.

"You're the kind of person people get lost in. And I think I already am," He told you once.

But then he touched you, kissed you, and suddenly, you were softer. A lilac sky, fragile and fleeting. You thought it meant you were something rare, something worth holding onto.

Together, you were purple. Deep, beautiful, rich. Something between dusk and dawn.

Nights tangled in sheets, his laughter painting the walls. Days where he whispered secrets in your ear, told you that you were his favorite shade of chaos.

But colors fade.

Lando started changing before you even realized it. Maybe it was the pressure, the weight of expectations pressing down like a storm cloud. Or maybe it was just you, something too bright to last.

His blue turned gray. Distant. He smiled, but it never reached his eyes.

"I can't be that person anymore." He said one night.

You told him he was fading. He told you. "You're burning too bright."

The pills for headaches he never mentioned. His cold hands, they used to be warm, gripping the wheel too tight. The smoke curling from his lips on sleepless nights. His dreams, fading at the edges because he never let himself think too far ahead.

"I feel like I'm losing pieces of myself, and I don't know how to stop it. You deserve more than a guy who's barely holding himself together."

And it hit you like a punch in the face.

Before he left, before he grabbed his things and walked out the door, he turned to you one last time.

"I don't want us to end. But if I keep holding onto you when I can't even hold onto myself...I'll just end up hurting you more."

And then he was gone. He left you alone. After 2 years Relationship. And it hurts you more like anything else.