@themindofawriter I haven’t written much but here is my response to the prompt.
Blues. Mostly anyway. All of us red though. Now at least.
His eyes were bluer than I remembered, perhaps because his hair was darker now. The years had been kinder to them than I was. Than we were. They aren’t the soft kindly blue of our childhood, but they aren’t the icy malicious even taciturn eyes of our last meeting. We have healed. No, I have healed. Only I needed to heal. He was scathed but it was scratch. Enough to cause a mental breakdown mind, but the blood that rose to the surface was the surface. No loss of blood, of self just a loss of me and a gain of help. The ocean in his eyes endears me to him despite my abject fear but the ocean is the time between us, our history and so we just walk on by.

Thanks so much for the prompt, I haven’t been writing much but informational pieces and it was really helpful.