When you see her happy with someone else, it is the envy running in your veins. It is atmosphere of sickness when it finally dawns to you that you have no chance. It may be the color of the shirt you wore when you took her picture but this is the color of the tumor growing in your heart that kills you every moment you fathom your thoughts and end up understanding she won't be yours.
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Describing Color; Painting You
Short Story"I was blue looking for red, and you were red looking for blue. But other colors we pretend, so we passed by and never knew" - j.h. --------------------- A story about tragedy, love, and colors. --------------------- A personal story dedicated to th...
