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ƁԼƲЄ. Out of all the colors she chose from her box of neatly arranged crayons, dark blue was most frequently used. The bright color of pink excited her at five only for this gem of her color to outshine it by a mile. She proudly smiled when someone asked what her favorite color was in middle school, holding up a cute push point pen of that said color to show it to the world. There are a lot of paintings using this gem to blend in with others, there are actual gems that hold a beautiful shade of her favorite color but the one thing that tied it all together was her mother's sparkly nails of the stars there after.
Stars. Constellations, was at the top of her mind in high school, she didn't hesitate bombarding the internet and her father with questions of any kind regarding the sparkly dust above their heads, her doe eyes of nomad sparkled brightly at any sort of information regarding the her ethnicity of greek and its mythology dealing with the clustered sky of stars she didn't take lightly, storing them all in the depth of that heart. She'd always thank her father for teaching her almost everything she knew about their beautiful destructive glow, before all hell breaks loose and a black hole sucks up what's left near it.
Though, most students in her school didn't really understand her enjoyment for the sky or her favorite color, more so they relish at the thought of her long explanations dealing with the galaxy held above their heads. Avoiding her whenever it seems possible, until she graduated before them with a group of friends, all holding goofy and loud personalities within them before only to be unblocked with a pair of steady hands with bright ideas.
Then her little brother appeared, the college student watched in awe, hot tears streaming down her honey brown skin, a bright smile adoring that charming face of hers as his small hand held firmly around her pinky finger welcoming him with a small whisper and a gentle peck against his soft skin. She strived to take good care of him, staying home to hear all his cries, his laughter and his constant murmurs and before she knew it he became four years old. Speaking like the little gentleman he is knowing very well, he was cherished by his parents and one hundred percent attached to his big sister as he happily sang along with them blowing out his cake excitedly watching as they erupted in cheers.
Cold. Winter, usually her favorite time of year yet, where did it go wrong? She packed his lunch, gave him a kiss on the cheek before waving him off, his bright semi heterochromia eyes smiling with him as he ran off with a group of friends, a teacher watching them from afar holding his hand to escort them in. She remembered walking briskly to her college which thankfully wasn't too far from his school, complaining how cold it was already this time of year as her friends greeted her by the entrance walking with her steady boots clopping against the tiled floors.
