“I’m growing cold in parts waiting for you.” Sky said to a teary eyed Blue.
“I am the one losing my light for you,” replied the now choking Blue.
“You take the rest of mine and keep,” started the deadpan Sky, “You were always a cool colour. But!” he paused, “Yes. There was always a But. While I had none.”
Blue remained quiet.
“Say something I’m giving up on you.” Sky icily said to her. He was truly growing cold. Ask Pluto and Uranus.