Black.

When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor, it is the color of her dress. When you take a walk together, It is the color of her long hair shining beautifully under the sun, making you want to stare at it forever. When you're feeling down and miserable, it is the color of the shirt you like to wear. When she hides that shirt away from you and buys you another red one, It is the color her playful eyes twinkled promising you that the dark days are over. When you see her in the bedroom with another, It is the color of the screaming voices in your head telling you you shouldn't have believed her.When you punch the wall with all your might, it is the color that forms your bruises. As she chases after you, it is the color of her Mascara stained tears. And It is the color that is slowly eating away your soul, as you head out to buy a new black shirt.