Dear Estella,
I realise how stupid my name sounds, but in a way, it's just so apt for me.
My mom told me she named me Azura because it was her favourite colour (how cliché, I know) because dad's eyes are blue, and were blue the first time she saw him at college, and then she would gaze at his 'endless oceans' blah blah, sappy love snippets I roll my eyes at.
There used to be a time when I would rush down the stairs when mom called for dinner, almost tripping over my bare feet, eager to hear the marvellous tales of my parents' youthful romance, made better by my mom's classic red sauce pasta which had a tangy, spicy aroma to it, just the way I liked it.
Now I just roll my eyes every time I Will Always Love You starts playing.
I think the only reason my name suits me is you.
Blue.
What you've made me.
Look at me being transformed from a human being into a colour.
Love,
Azura
P.S. The last sentence was an attempt at humour. Yes, I know, I'm improving.
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Dear Estella
Short StoryBecause sometimes, you can't tell her by your tongue, so you tell her by your hand.
