Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of white. It contrasted with the dark, rich colours around her. When she turned to look at it, there was no white.
She blinked and nearly missed the flash of white in front of her, but she slammed on the brakes of her car just in time. Or so she thought. When she looked again, there was nothing to hit in the dark night.
It was a boring day at work. Was. Until the bouquet of white roses was on her desk, and there was a flash of white in the corner of her eye.
There was no flash of white, and all she saw was red when the bus hit her. In the hospital, the last place she thought she would ever see there was a flash of white. She didn't die.
She started to look for the white, she thought it was her guardian angel. The white cannot be searched for though.
Finally, she saw a flash of white in the dark crowd of the funeral. Without thinking, she raced after it. She caught the flash of white. A white dress. White eyes in a black face. Then she was gone, because the white cannot be searched for. Or rather, the white should not be searched for.
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A/N
Yes I know this is really short. Deal with it. All of my writing is short. Deal with it. Also thank you for reading, love you, bye.
