But the world seemed darker today than most others...stranger. Nothing was as bright or promising. The world just was...in all its gray glory and she wondered for the first time if there was more. If she could be more. If she could title it...she'd name it melancholy. But for some reason, some ungodly premonition she knows she never will.
And so she paints it. In Grays. And leaves it for them to remember on a day that she does not intend to see. Because we were not all meant for infamy...some if us were meant for the unmarked billboards, the untitled songs, the anonymous quotes.
She will live forever. And she revels in the fact that no one else will ever know.