Colours

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A/N: Hello my lovelies! This is just a reminder that Colours will soon be coming to an end. There are two chapters left to this story. Thank you for all the love and support you've given me and this story. I hope you will continue to do the same for my other projects (or not, I can't really tell you what to do but I really hope you do) I love you all so incredibly much ❤️

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The very next morning, you stood outside a cemetery, the same cemetery mentioned in the obituary of your neighbour...wait no, he was never your neighbour was he? Nevertheless, being here felt like the right thing to do.

Your grip on the hydrangeas was tight as you walked along the path, blades of grass soaked with morning mist, until you came across a stone that said his name. Right next to him was his wife and daughter.

You set the flowers by his grave, and then did the same for his wife and daughter. You stood there for a few minutes, feeling the weight of the dead. Was this it? You place the flowers and then go about your day?

No.

"I'm not sure how wild this looks, me talking to you...here, but I'll just pretend you're standing in front of me." More like he was laying beneath you.

"I know we said our last words but I just wanted to tell you in person - I'm leaving. I'm going on an adventure....and it's all because of you. You encouraged me to find out who I truly am."

The mist turned into rain as you stood there, soaking you from head to toe. "A part of me hates you for making me feel so comfortable but the rest of me thanks you for freeing me."

And as if it was his final goodbye to you, the clouds parted and sun shined through, creating a rainbow of colours right over you.

You scoffed and then laughed. "That is so like you. Don't worry — I won't ever forget my colours again. Never."

You walked over to his daughter's grave, took off your hair clip, and placed it by her stone. "Your dad was a special man which means you must be an extra special girl."

You stood up and a few seconds later, you walked away, leaving much lighter than when you arrived.

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"I'll do it."

Three words sealed your fate as you walked out of your boss's office, accepting his job offer.

You were going to Australia.

The happiness lasted all for three seconds before the sorrow you've been feeling came crashing down.

It never ceased to amaze you now you were able to do that — build a relationship with him. Your eyes burned with a familiar feel but you held it back. You've cried more than you thought was possible — even more than you cried about h/n — and it was draining you.

This isn't what he would want, you crying your eyes out anytime you thought of him so you took a few deep breaths and told yourself that it would be all okay.

"Y/N?"

You turned to face h/n, wondering how his timing was always so impeccable. "Yeah?"

"Could you get me this month's numbers?"

"Sure thing." You quickly got to work, inputting said numbers into the spreadsheet and then printing it off and heading to his office. You knocked and he waved you in, you set the folder on his desk and just before you left, he asked something you wished he never asked.

"Have you been crying?"

Shit. Why now? What happened to just peacefully coexisting as coworkers? But then again, was it totally weird to ask someone you worked with if they had been crying?

"Sorry. That was incredibly invasive of me to ask. You don't have to tell me," he said as he looked down at the folder you just gave him.

"It's fine," you replied even though it totally was not fine.

"I heard about Australia."

"Yeah." What was with this small talk? Was he happy that he no longer would have to see you every single day? Because you were happy to not see him anymore.

"It's a long way from home."

"I don't consider this place my home," you replied honestly.

He paused, as if your words had caught him off guard. "I don't blame you."

How were you supposed to respond to that? " I have to get back to work."

"Y/N—"

"Unless the next words out of your mouth are 'congratulations' or 'have fun', I don't want to hear it."

You left, closing the door behind you and just like that, he was a part of your past.

You stretched your back as the final box was packed into the truck. You had sold most of your belongings and placed the rest in storage. You ran your hand up the banister as you went up the stairs to your empty apartment.

Standing in the living room, you looked around as memories started to play. You were going to miss this place. For the last time, you walked to your closet and stared at the rainbow you had painted.

Not wanting to part with it forever, you pulled your phone from your back pocket and snapped a picture.

"You ready, ma'am?" Your driver to the airport asked from the door.

"Just a sec!" You did a quick check and then left the keys on the counter, shutting the door behind you as you simultaneously opened another door to all the new adventures you would face.

On the drive there, you started to get nervous and that feeling continued on the flight and until you landed in what was about to be your new home.

A week after getting settled, it was time to start at your new job as head of the art department. You smoothed over your yellow dress as you took a look in the mirror. You were glowing.

With a smile, you left for work. An assistant was at the door waiting to introduce you to everyone and everything. They led you to the conference room as they jotted down all the things you would need for a seamless transition.

"Good luck!" They said as they opened the doors for you.

You walked to the front of the room and took a deep breath.

"Hi, I'm Y/N."