COLORS

CHAPTER 17.

ADNAN

( Mature Content Ahead )

" Adnan! " A call, I can never ever resist hearing. My small hummed melt in the air, looking at the blooming face like a thief. I tore my gaze again. She entered the painting room with the coffee mug.

I need it.

But I need her even more desperately.

" Your coffee. " She measured the half length of the room as she reach to me with cautions. She stopped at the exact place she supposes to. A little bit I always make sure to not move my stool and canvas frame so nothing trips her, I place my things as usual as they could be.

" How is it going? " She asked, slightly nervous but there was nothing that I used to see. Fear. She doesn't fear me, anymore. Not like I'm too soft towards her but at least I'm not as horrible nowadays.

I noticed, she always trying to talk casually as if we were used to it. But I got her, she was doing what she said.

Giving us a chance.

Giving this marriage a chance.

Most importantly, she was giving me a chance.

Sorry for her, she's going to be heartbroken again. Not my fault though, she wanna be hurt even brutally by giving me her heart.

I never asked for it.

" Pretty normal. " I whispered, knowing she was done. She could walk away now but instead, she sat on the second stool just near my frame. With that fucking smile.

That smile, who was capable to bewitched me. I'm Adnan, not Eden, he was a fool to fall for it but not me.

" Can you tell me something about colors? " Her fucking curiosity, for those colors. I should feel petty for her, but I never could. I feel the warmth and something else watching her sparkling eyes with just the name of colors.

This girl and her innocent talk about colors.

I felt like a parent telling a kid, why butterflies have colors and why it's so bright.

" Hmm? What you wanna hear? " I hate myself to be soft like this, why the fuck I even whispered like I was singing.

She blushed, indeed for her I was.

" About...Blue color. What is it represent and what it's meaning? " A small smile was about to reach my lips I hold it back, she was so excited.

" Blue is the color of trust. It represents imagination, inspiration, and freedom. It seems calm and light. It tells meanings of depth, trust, loyalty, sincerity, wisdom, confidence, faith, and intelligence. " Coincidently I had the blue color on my plate, I stroked my brush on it and leaned it to her nose. The sudden cold contact made her flinch and her eyes widen.

" It suits you, " I bite my laugh when she touched her nose tip and her fingers felt the wetness.

" For me, it only feels like wetness and after being dry it'll feel like rough coating. " My smile snatched, and I gulped resting my brush back on the holder. " I never see any color so it's kind of odd. "

" What makes to think you don't know anything about any color? " I asked, hooking my foot on the stool on which she was sitting and pulling it close. Her baked cake smell was already fucking my nostrils but now, I reserved a grave for myself. That's why I call her Cupcake. I like cupcakes.

" Because I don't..." She was cut off by me.

" Who says? " I stroke my fingers -which were painted with colors- on her soft cheek. She blushed so hard, I was imagining myself pinching her cheek brutally just to fade that color or maybe reddish it. " You know one color. Cupcake. " I signed, seeing her brows squeeze in confusion.