I left the cathedral right after that. 

The sun had begun to set and it was slightly chilly outside. I stuffed my trembling hands into my pockets and picked up my pace. The street I was on was strangely silent. The only sounds that broke the silence in the air were birds chirping and the whistling of the wind. I thought of my father. I thought of Aunt Delancey. I thought of the two of them together. 

My father was now yellow.

Aunt Delancey was now yellow. 

In the relationship, my father was pink and Aunt Delancey was also pink.

I scratched my head and took a seat on a bench situated under a large tree. The wedding ceremony would end a few hours from now. Dad wasn't too big of a party guy so I knew he would try to return home as soon as possible, especially now since the main part of the wedding was over. 

In a moment of utter desperation, I pulled out my phone and dialed the first number I thought of before setting my headphones aside and pressing my phone against my ear. I listened as it rang for a few seconds before the voice on the other end spoke, "Juno?"

"Warren," I breathed. "I didn't think you'd answer."

"Why wouldn't I?" he laughed. My heart began to swell at the sound of his voice that I had missed so dearly. "Is everything okay? Isn't today the day of the wedding?"

"Yeah, but something happened," I confessed. "Remember how I said my aunt was red? She just changed to yellow. I don't know how it happened. It was like.. this sudden switch. I don't think this has ever happened before."

"A person changing colours?" he questioned. "Maybe it's because the red was based off of your very first impression of her. Maybe she changed but your impression of her stayed the same. Perhaps that's why she was red all this time."

That made so much sense. I adored how he always had the right solution or explanation for things. I adored the sound of his voice. I adored him. 

"How was the wedding aside from that?"

"It was okay," I said. "Dad looked really happy."

"It's good that she makes him happy," he hummed before continuing. "Where's the wedding scheduled again?"

"The cathedral near Westland Street," I informed him. "The one with the stained glass."

He was silent for a moment.

 "Juno, have you ever thought about people being two colours at once?"

"No, not really," I answered. "They just have one colour for themselves and one for their role in a relationship."

"Maybe it's possible."

"Maybe," I nodded. "You know, you're really redefining my concept of colours."

"Is that good?"

"I don't know yet."

We were silent again. Even the sound of him breathing made my heart race. I wondered why I felt this way. Is this really how platonic feelings are supposed to be? 

"How do you feel right now?" he questioned in a soft voice after a couple minutes of pure silence. 

"I don't know," I responded. "I feel heavy and light all at the same time. My head is spinning and my heart is going crazy."

"Because of the Aunt Delancey thing?" 

"Yes," I lied. Whilst this was partially still the truth, Warren was also the reason as to why I was feeling the way I was. I wondered how it was so easy for him to influence my emotions. I wondered how he had the power to control my heartbeat. 

"Deep breaths," he instructed. "It'll be okay."

It'll be okay.

I inhaled and exhaled just like he'd instructed me to do and felt a heavy weight lift itself off my body and escape from my mouth in the form of mist. It was freezing cold. I gathered my items and stood up with my phone still against my ear. 

"I wish you were here," I confessed in a moment of weakness. 

"I wish you were here too."