You started a war when I only wanted peace

    The head of the teen turned to stare said tree. It seemed always dead. Everything always seemed dead in the town.    The crunching of leaves caused panic in the teen's mind. And then bliss replaced the sudden anxiety. Her lover.    "I knew I would find you here," The other teen said. She sat next to the teen on the ground.    "...Yeah, you know me well."    "You're always at the graveyard."    "Always."    The teen turned away from the tree to looked at her girlfriend. Light blue and yellow streaks appeared from her hair.    "You changed your hair again." She said to her girlfriend.    She twirled a blue strand on her finger and said, "Thanks, I just did it. I was inspired by Halsey's badlands promo shoot and some paintings I saw."    They both smiled.    The sadder teen sat up to look at their lover. "Tell me a random artist fact." She told her.    The other teen thought for a moment and then drew inspiration from their hair. "Do you know how to tell Van Gogh's pre-crazy art from his post-crazy art?" The sad teen shook her head no. "It's in his brush strokes," Her girlfriend explained, "Crazy Van Gogh has swirly-er strokes."    She nodded.    "And they're actually two starry nights," She explained more. "Pre and post crazy. Starry Night over the Rhone is the original."    There was a pause. A long pause.    "That's cool."    "Are you even listening to me?" Her girlfriend asked.    "I- yes I- God damn it- I'm depressed okay?" The teen spat out. "I'm not always going to be happy and able to talk!"    "Vincent was depressed too, you know."    She didn't make eye contact again.    "He ate yellow paint because he believed it would make him happier. Oil paint was made with lead. That's what made him crazy." "I think you're my yellow paint," the sad teen told her significant other. A tear rolled from both of their eyes. A crow could be heard in the distance. Darkness. The depressed human then awoke in an empty bed. It was early in the morning. She was dead.