the color of love
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When I first saw him, he was gray. A combination of black and white. A burst of dullness and boring colors. He was part of the background with no possibility of standing out.
Everyday I see him in school: at the cafeteria, in my history class, even going to the men's room. He was even from the opposite team during my gym class.
He works at the cafe shop down the street, where I usually get my coffee. He also walks the dogs in my street for additional money.
I did not hate him; nor did I really like him. He was just a part of my black and white world, a mere object of my surroundings.
I sat alone at my lunch table; and he asked if he could sit next to me. We talked the whole period and got to know each other. I was the new kid, he became my first friend.
It was then that Nick became red.
