Hopeful

It was hopeful.

It's the colour of her hair and the laughter in her eyes. The rims of her glasses and the joy crackling in her soul. The beads on her camp bracelet, the sky at that one perfect moment, the way she could describe feeling happy.

It's a little too close to the bleakness she felt daily, the watered down light in the winter, and colour of her ex's favourite sweatshirt. The drink she drank when she didn't let herself eat. Little too close.

But it was bright, it was kind, it was unique. It was a good reminder.

It was hopeful.