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Note: this contains depression (badly written)
This town was grey. This town was bleak, this town was cold. This town was everything you never dreamed of.
Technically it was a city- Cyllage City, in fact. In her language Cyllage meant stone and stone was not a good thing. They were living in the past, and back then cyllage city wasn't a good place.
The people there were grey. The people were blunt, the people were cold. They were like stone, like the place they lived in. No one knew what "kindness" or "Emotion" or "colour" was anymore.
When she moved here first she was colourful. She still had golden-brown hair and pale green eyes and her green skirt still kept its light. Her smile still lit up the town and her laughter brought back what remained of the memories of the people who still had a little colour left in them.
Those streets were dangerous. She never knew why. The people weren't so, they never talked and barely moved. It was always raining or snowing or gloomy, the wind blew through the empty streets as they stood outside doing their own business. She didn't know how they did it. There were no bakeries or shops in Cyllage. There was only the stone cold streets and the grey buildings and outside, the wild, grey land.
Those people feed off fear. Those people don't need to live. Her mother had told her that before she sent her there. She never told her why, or how or when. But it soon became clear that there was no reason. The people there just existed, day by day, doing the same thing over and over again. In their hearts, they longed for the day when they left the face of the world, when cyllage city became colourful again. But none of them did anything to change it.
And nor did she.
Day by day her color was fading, and soon she would become one of them, like all of them- grey and cold and stone-hearted.
That described a girl named Aurea Juniper.
Aurea had changed. She changed from a bubbly, happy girl to someone who didn't understand feeling.
Her mind was filled with the same grey dust that filled everyone else's minds.
She stood on a bridge, grey and chipping away. He could barely see her. He could barely see anything, they were all grey. It was raining and the wind blew through the streets, the people stone cold and grey, the sky was grey, the buildings were grey, the streets were grey, the ground was grey, the water was grey, her hair, her eyes, her face was grey. He could only see the ripples of water.
He was thankful he wasn't like her.
She knew this town was unhealthy. They say it will change, and it will be restored to what it was. When will that time be? She was tired of waiting. She was tired of following a path that went round in circles. She was tired of trying to understand things that she will never understand.
Iris was someone she knew. Iris spoke out, she brought some of the light back through the clouds to this town. But not all light was bright. She had too many secrets, too many thoughts. She thought too much. She had too much what they called feelings, something which everyone here lacked in. The light turned to dark, which turned on her, carrying her secrets to the grave.
They buried her somewhere, Aurea doesn't know. Iris hated the rain, she liked being in the ground. The earth was one thing that gave her the feeling of protection, more than cold walls and empty rooms ever could. Iris was a rich girl, and she hated following rules.
Aurea used to love the rain. She loved how it seemed to wash away the mud. Yesterday she was running from the rain. Now she was waiting for the rain to clean the dust of this town, and to wash her off the surface of earth.
No one here cared. This town was doomed to be this way, cold and gloomy. No realised they could try and change.
She used to want to be like that. She used to want to be like Iris, who spoke out.
She knows all hope will be drained if she tried.
This town used to be beautiful. It still was beautiful, in some places, like in her.
He didn't know how she could be that way.
He wanted to bring the colour back to her, back to all of this town.
But he couldn't do it without fading away himself.
So he turned back, but his feet led him forward, toward the bridge.
She was grey. A colourful grey. So many shades, delicate layers on her face and eyes.
She wanted to jump off. They wouldn't miss her. They didn't know what missing was. So why didn't she do it? Why was she hesitating?
"Aurea?"
"Hm?" Her voice was clear, her voice was clean. Her voice used to be colourful, it used to carry a million feelings, but now it was grey and tasteless.
"Why are you here?"
"I wanted to jump off."
"You're wasting your life."
"I know." Her eyes were grey. They said she used to have beautiful green eyes.
"Why?"
"There is no wasting if there isn't a life to live."
"This town could be beautiful."
"I know."
"You could try and change it. There's still some beauty left."
"I've looked everywhere. The sun doesn't rise here anymore, the grass doesn't grow for miles out. Light doesn't reach through the clouds, and there are none, because the clouds can't live here. Nothing here is alive, really. The world has given up on this town. The world gave up on Iris, it gave up on my mother, it gave up on everyone in this town. Why should I try, if there's nothing to try for?" A strand of hair fell. Hair that used to be golden-brown but had faded to dull grey. Her hands had plucked it off. Those delicate hands which held so much strength in.
"There is something to try for."
She laughed.
"You show it to me then."
"You can only find it yourself."
"Then you could just let me fall."
"I will."
She seemed to fall as if in slow motion. Her foot almost touched the rocks, her body slowly arching- And then she stopped.
A hand.
A hand, with colour, even if it was faded.
A hand belonging to Augustine Sycamore, the one who had caught her.
