A White Tale

Standing in front of our white tub, my wife pale in her white sundress, a bottle of white pills and a glass of water beside it was like a punch to my gut.

She always loved white, from her shoes to her dresses to her hair. She loved white foods; vanilla ice cream, plain salted popcorn and white bread. I always felt her favourite colour was white because of how pure she was. Her innocence and naivety were her greatest attraction, maybe that's why white fit her so well. Every gift I bought her was white ranging from pearls to a white Audi with customized white seats. She was so predictable yet I loved her despite it.

At a point she began to look white, no one knew what was wrong with her. She began telling little white lies, taking these white pills and slowly she began to lose her purity, that innocence I fell in love with. I tried all I could but the light was gone, her white fading away.