watercolor ⦾ d.c.s. ⦿ book 2

d e p a r t

when I used to think of my calm place, i'd imagined it as a real, live place, one that'd i'd find someday.

but as i searched, with no avail, i knew i would never find it.

even if the scene was exact to the image in my brain.

a calm place isn't just anywhere; it's everywhere. it's him.

not always, but it was him who made me realize that.

took awhile to let anyone in, to love and be loved.

i owed it to myself to learn, to see that face of the man in black.

before he had none, maybe a million different ones.

i had always wondered why he was there, why he wore that color in a place of light.

i knew he was safe, but at the same time i was also afraid.

he wore black because that was the side of myself i was scared of, whereas there i only wore white.

but he showed me both were beautiful in different ways.

and when i decided to see him, look into his eyes,

it wasn't the ocean or the sky's outline.

that wasn't the watercolor that represented my blue,

i saw it every time he looked at me,

even if he was far from me.

i saw it. and that was the blue i'd choose. the blue i'd use.

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omg, see, this isn't a sad ending to a sad story. i like this ending bc you don't exactly need all the smut and how they get together, you just know that they do and it leaves it up to the mind to decide how it ends, what happens next. and no, i will not be continuing this story in a sequel, unfortunately lol. but i love this story so dearly... aw, that feels better. ;)

so i just want to take a moment to thank all my ghostie fans for voting/commenting/reading and making your presence completely unaware; you all are so fucking totally ethereal, it's unreal...like y'all. k, i'll stop. really. lolol 😆😅😂😭😱 (boo, ooh) ! oh no, i just realized will isn't in any photos, but either is wilmer or selena bc their parts were so little (that's what she said jk) so sorry 'bout that...

there is still something i need to say, so read on damnit!