The Blue and Red Sacrifice

I grinned at Chu Wei and asked, “Where’s your prince?”

She gazed at me, the emptiness in her eyes suddenly laid bare.

Then she gently lit a cigarette. Unused to the smell of smoke, I coughed softly a few times.

She stubbed it out, looked up at me apologetically, and smiled with pursed lips. “Well, I lost my prince...”

We sat facing each other like that, falling silent.

Either bloom in splendor, or endure with unyielding resolve.

Chu Wei, thank you.