White was the color of the snow that silently crunched underneath my black combat boots. It was the color of the snowball that hit me at full force when I wasn't paying attention and the shade of my heart when I realized it was done by a thirteen year old boy who I cared nothing for.
White tinted his apology and it covered his frozen lips and warmed his mittens. It was the way he talked; too fast for me to catch up.
White was the stain on his black jacket when I repaid him for what he's done and it turned into the color of his laughter.
White was the color of our friendship; something pure and new.
