[Third person pov]
“Red, red, red, red, red.”
Taeyang would mutter whenever she walked passed anything red. She had dubbed it her favourite colour, musing at how brilliant it looked. The café sign, the traffic light, that little kid's shirt.
Her pillow was still clutched in her grasp and she was still in her nightwear, heading back to her apartment, completely ignoring the weird, vague and amazed stares she got from almost everyone. Its a normal thing.
She walked into the flower shop, she has always wanted to go, it was still very bland, except the red roses that littered on a nearby shrub. The brunette wanted to get those, matter of fact, she wanted to get any red flower she spotted, any red thing she could, wear it all day, bask in all its glory.
“I'll have those,” She pointed at a couple more red flowers, a blank look on her face.
As Taeyang walked closer to her room, with a bouquet of lovely red flowers, she couldn't help but wonder what other colours would look like, as all memory of them had faded away. Does that mean she'll be able to see more? Is this hope?
The female looked around. Well not hope enough if she couldn't see the colour orange.
“Oh, nice flowers, are they for someone special?”
Taeyang looked away from the flowers she was admiring, staring into the eyes of who she identify to be her neighbour– Felix.
“No.” The brunette snarled, moving the flowers away from him, noticing how his expression dropped. “Actually, you can have them, as a gift for ruining my grocery.”
“Oh my God, about that-”
Taeyang just walked passed him. It was Ari's idea for her to do something nice for him and she thought, hey, wouldn't it be nice if I gave him the flowers instead?
“Thanks for the flowers, Neighbour!” Felix yelled after her, but she just shrugged it off.
“Yeah whatever!”
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