It dripped off the petals of the violets , meeting the green of the grass in a brief and awkward clashing of colors before the soil drank it up forever . The lavender , smelling the change in the air , followed suit . A humble fruit seller , already distraught over losing customers to faceless corporate nothings , opened a crate of grapes to find them all black .
He collapsed next to the worthless box , placed his face in his weathered hands , tears slowly peeking out from the spaces between his fingers .
Emotion: Sadness