I spend the rest of the day with him. We order takeout and feed April some since we don't have any cat food.
We both sat on his couch and let April have the bed. The rain eventually stops and we decide to take a walk around 5 o'clock. The sun is shining rays through the clouds. This is what I always thought heaven would be like. A blue haired angel by my side.
We take our shoes off and walk through puddles down the lonely street.
We walk in silence before he attempts at a conversation.
"I never really told anyone before but, I always color my hair to match how I feel."
This statement isn't what I expected to come from him. I thought the blue locks were simply for the aesthetic appeal.
"Blue?" I counter.
"Completely and utterly." He answers.
I throw a rock into a puddle and respond, "Blue is my favorite color."
He looks at me and blushes pink before smiling at the ground. It's my colorful attempt at flirtation and I hope he takes it as such.
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He's all the colors of the world. He says his blue hair is for his blue mind, but it's as deep as the sky to me. His eyes are a soil brown, capable of giving a tree the stability to live. His skin is tattooed with all the colors of the rainbow in its pores. He is the universe and all the color it holds.
I can mix every hue imaginable on a canvas, but I was color blind before I met him.
