Ella was purple.
dark purple like the night sky just before the sun fully sets, with about the same amount of picturesque beauty.
bright purple like you would find in a paint set, a paint colour you could often find in random places up her arms after a day of working on something new.
purple like lavender, which happened to be her favourite scent.
and she was always so afraid.
at first afraid of her dad, then once he was gone afraid for her mom.
afraid of love, of falling in love; because everything that falls eventually breaks.
but maybe something was changing her mind, something, or someone; who's early morning blue sky could finally pull her out of the dark purple one she was living under.
she was afraid, and therefore she was purple.
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RomanceElla Black isn't what you'd call a "good girl". she isn't what you'd call a "bad girl" either. Ella is one of those people who you can't label. she isn't nerdy, nor popular; nor is she anything totally unique, or stand out-ish. no, Ella Black i...
