Maybe it was the purple bruise covering the skin around his eye.
Maybe it was the purple marks his lips left on her neck.
Maybe it was his favorite shirt, the color of royalty.
Maybe it was their love, always stuck in between two colors.
It was all purple purple purple purple purple
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Short Story"You're always so angry. You don't just bleed red, Cameron, you are red." eleven teenagers | eleven encounters | eleven colors :: an attempt at the 50 word challenge // all based on real life happenings ::
