colours

i. canary yellow

i'd prefer it if you skipped to the second chapter bc this one sucks

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"Are taxi rides supposed to be this boring?"

"Shut up May,"

Laina eyed the dim outlines of the people from the dingy old cab's translucent window; they were unfortunate enough to gain themselves a taxi that lacked cold air-condition and minty fresh smells. Her eyes darted from one human figure to another as the cab went in the pace of a manual scooter.

The lamposts and bright lights shone but they weren't bright enough to show any face clearly. She wondered if which of those figures had a family, had no job, had a lover, owned a dog, and so on and so forth. People were always so fascinating.

Despite how much she thinks that they can be annoying little shits whenever they spoke to her.

They were like complex puzzles with little pieces scattered in their lives, waiting to be clicked into place by those willing enough to do so. Their little pieces were what they were made of; may it be their insignificant little quirks and antics or the people they love--Laina found the idea so alluring that she loved watching them.

"Lainey," moaned May childishly, tugging at her sleeve, a frown gracing her lips.

She loved watching them--with the exception of her sister.

Sighing, Laina turned her head idly away from the window, towards the younger brunette. "What do you want, May?"

"Mm? Nothing,"

and then that's how the ride went; with musings and sibling rivalries, in a battered yellow taxi cab.

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I honestly don't know where this was going and I was just inspired by argentile to write. ily for voting and commenting bby.