"he said i brought color to his world."
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he always came to spray paint on my apartments brick wall between my house and my undiscovered neighbor who never comes out of his or her house. he always had plenty of colors, some days they would be all the same color of green or blue or red. his art was abstract, making you think what he actually painted; it could be a lady or even the exact opposite, but he always would shrug or mumble nonsense. he was a pretty quiet guy who did stand up for his beliefs which is the only time he would talk for a long moment of time. the clothes he wore compared to his hair and jawlines made him almost perfect like, but i knew he was trouble; he basically spoke trouble. compared to me, i was the nerdy school girl and he was the badass when really i always go do wild things with my friends, but i could tell this guy was really a piece of art himself. a true masterpiece. his eyes would always shimmer, making me think he's crying, his hair would be pushed back, only allowing a few strands of hair lay on his forehead. he was a mysterious person, always leaving me guessing or observing him.
i didn't know this guy, but i knew how he was. but maybe i didn't.
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it's a prologue so don't expect a lot of words
I would just like to thank everyone who is going to read the first chapter of colorblind
I have big plans for this book so please comment your opinions and maybe vote?
thank you!
-carrie☻
