☮ Him ☮
It became their place. The little cottage in the woods. Their private getaway. It took him months, but he soon saw her as his best friend. A position in his heart which for years had been filled by nothing, an empty poition, collecting dust and fading away. They talked for hours, about life, music, movies, each other. Everything under the sun and more.
"What's your favourite colour?" She once asked him, she was lying on a red beanbag in the cottag, playing with a lock of her hair and smiling. He was sitting crossed legged on a plum coloured pillow, picking at the butter popcorn she'd made. He ran his hand through his hair, mostly thinking about the question- which a few months ago wouldn't have taken him any time to answer, but today he had to really mull over it- but also realsing how breathtakingly beautiful she looked just then. Waving her long, tan legs in the air, her strange, but gorgeous eyes sparkling like they did whenever she asked a question, her light brown hair, ending an inch below her perfect shoulders. He felt a rush in his stomach and a shiver on his arms. What was this?
"Well, they used to be black and white, but after yyour compelling arugment that ruled them out of the 'colours' category, I'm not sure anymore." He said with a teasing smile. But he was serious, just by being with her, he realised that there was more to the world than just wrong or just right. That there were emotions, and reason and shades of grey, colour of the rainbow and so much more.
"Alright," She amended, "Why black and white? Before atleast."
"Well, I always thought that they were practical, they sorted thing for you. What's right, what's wrong. What's good, what's bad. It was easy. But then, well... You." He said, feeling a little embarrased towards the end, hoping that the heat he felt in his cheeks wasn't visible. She smiled widely.
"You changed your mind, you, because of me?" She asked, a hint of incredulity colouring her tone. He nodded, his head ducked out of sight. She giggled, pleased at this revelation. He looked up at her, the sound of her laugh and the pure happiness on her face making him feel warm inside.
"Well, now that you have no reservations any more. I'm going to show you" She said, sitting up straight and tossing her head back. He grinned at her,
"Show me what?" She smirked.
"Red, my dear boy. Red"
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Red
AdventureIt's called The Red Philosophy. Red, the colour of passion, of love, of hate, of anger. Red means emotion, the strongest kind. Everything you do with a hundred times more meaning and purpose, nothing half-hearted, nothing almost there. A hundred and...