The Thirteenth And Fifth Letter

Plain is boring.

"You have it all. Why still need me?"

White's gaze transferred to Black whose throwing a tantrum at her other half's perfection.

"Because I'm blank."

"So?"

White put down her huge cup of coffee and looked directly at Black.

"Black, I'm not as perfect and grand as everybody sees me to be. You know that. I'm clean. I'm innocent. Hope. Light. Yes, all good things. Every great thing that colors my name is either me or related to me. But..." and breathe in like is going to knock some serious sense in her, "You. You are every color there is on this world. You layered me up in confusion before all of the kingdom's walls fell down. You are the depth of every emotion. The taste of reality in my dream. You are so much more than you can ever take credit yourself for."

"Your pretty words surpasses my caliber. Again?" Black said.

"Horror, mysteries, thrill, mistakes. You are what makes it to be human. I only bring comfort, warmth, and some love. That's all." White looked at Black like her eyes sees more than darkness and failure. "But you... You are insane. Mad. Hungry. Envy. Deep. Evil. Confused. Every thing...

White touched Black's face, "The colors of those emotions is what keeps me alive. It's not bad to feel intensely. It's only a sign that what ever it was you did was genuine, sincere, and real.

"In the end? I'm only a canvas. The clean water. The pure one. I'm plain." White smiled.

"And me?"

"You are the burst of every colored layed up thus making the color black. You are you."

White smiled like the color of the most beautiful sunset. And Black looked at her like a dark night with lightning, thunder, and rain.