Looking back, Hannah remembers the beginning of love like a cheesy, midday romance. Flashes of a smiling couple; shown with a soft focus and gauze-covered lighting, flattering angles, and sappy dialogue. The reality wasn't quite so bright.
Time dilutes harsh words and frayed tempers. It fades the colors that once burned brightly; the yellow sunshine of happy days, the harsh reds of anger and passion, and the gree of new-found jealousy.
Now, the colors have washed out and bled into one another, mixing until all that's left is a residue staining her life a unique shade of amber.
This isn't a love story, it's a story about love and the damage it can do.