'You were born bluer than a butterfly. Beautiful and so deprived of oxygen. Colder than your father's eyes. He never learned to sympathize with anyone. I don't blame you. But I can't change you.'

Vance was always known as the aggressive kid in Denver, Colorado. Why? Who knew. But there was ONE certain person who could calm him down even in the middle of his fits of rage. You. His girlfriend of 2 years. You had always known about his...well. 'issues'. Family issues to be exact. You always knew how his father was. Nothing Vance did was good enough. Got an A in algebra or English? His father never cared. So he never tried.

one night you laid in bed, Vance's head in your lap. You noticed how cold his gaze was this time but he was...clinger than usual. Ever since he got there he's been attached to your hip. Why? No one knew. He seemed...Blue.