Seven years had passed.
Life was good.
I am engaged to a great man aspiring to be a brain surgeon. We live together in an apartment just on the outskirts of Queens. It wasn't the best, but we made it work.
Our wedding is in October, just a few months from now. I had my dress, the venue, my bridesmaids selected, everything set up for the best day of my life.
I haven't thought about him in years.
I'm living my life in colour just like he said I would seven years ago.
I am happy.
At least I think so.
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White Noise {punk l.h. au} Sequel to "Colours {punk l.h. au}"
FanfictionSick of the lack of signal. Sick of the lack of touch. Sick of the static voice. It's not enough, it's not enough. Baby, it's hard to be just what you need when all I speak is static screams. Can you hear me?
