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Purple

Hyacinth

- Jiratchaya (Ing) Puapornpong -

I recalled that evening clearly, I was lying on my bed in my
room, gazing up at the white ceiling. By the age of 57, I became
powerless. Luxian, the demon emperor, who was also my husband,
sat beside my bed, tempted and afraid as he held on to my boney,
wrinkled hands. His appearance had not changed since the day
that I met him, still in his impeccable scarlet clothes with his long
black hair tied up. He has always been a cheerful person. But
today, there was not even a hint of a smile on his face. His usually
sparkly red eyes darken in melancholy as he watched me wilt
slowly. It was unsettling. I could read him easily that he did not want
me to go. After a few minutes of silent, out of the blue, Luxian
suddenly stood up. His tall body overshadowed me.