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Prologue

Hello. My name is Sasha Style and this is the story of a girl who sees the world through her canvas. This is the story of a girl who speaks with colors instead of words and always wears her heart on her sleeve. This is my story. And now this is your story.

I don't know exactly how it happened. I don't know how I got here. When I look back through my memories, everything appears distorted somehow. Like pieces of a dream. I don't know if he changed me or if I changed him. Maybe we both changed. Maybe this thing would've been a masterpiece if it weren't for the timing. Time is a funny thing. You never know you have it until it's gone. I guess this applies to life in general as well.

My story is not different from yours or any other story. But again, every individual is unique, that's what makes us the same. You will see that it follows the same structure, old as time: a boy and a girl fall in love and they live happily ever after. Or do they? What would life be without imperfections?

I don't like speaking about myself too much. I think words are the ultimate weapon. They can burn your skin and leave you with scars. I'd rather show people what I think through visuals. If there's any doubt left, I am an artist. Like the majority of people that surround me. If you don't like artsy people, this place is not for you. If you hope to understand them more, this place is not for you. If anything, it will disturb your perception about them even more.

You see, I loathe reality. In my head, I see people in black and white, but nature in colors. Maybe that's why I fell in love with him. He was ... different, a kaleidoscope of colors that blinded me.

Sometimes I wish I had never lost him. But then I think about all the things that followed and I feel okay again. Love is a weird thing. You never know when it will find you and it will hunt you down. It can be cruel and sweet at the same time and it can drive you insane. I know it drove us off the road.

Maybe it was all for the greater good. I mean, of course it was. Maybe we found ourselves when we were lost. Or maybe ... we were never really lost.