A deep navy with a splash of crimson is basically a bruise in paint, which is dramatic, yes, but perhaps a bit too theatrical for a quiet heartbreak. Try a muted indigo that bleeds into a faint rose on the edges—like a watercolor of lost love. It whispers sorrow instead of shouting it.

A dusting of gold would be like a glint of hope in the gloom, it adds a touch of warmth without drowning the melancholy. Just keep it thin—think a single brushstroke, not a whole canvas. That way the indigo‑rose still sings the sorrow, and the gold just whispers “there’s still light.”