She admired the way the sun rose in the east every morning, at the blue hand of eight.
She thought the sun could talk in colors, and her favorite time of day, was when it spoke in blue.
Blue.
What a wonderful, charming color.
It's been her favorite since she was the mere age of five. Her mother painted her walls with an ocean blue.
Ocean blue.
That boy.
She was heading to the bus yesterday when she saw someone standing and watching her out of the corner of her eye.
When she turned to catch his stare, her eyes met his ocean eyes. Various blues and greens captured her in waves.
She shook her head and made her way up the bus, making sure not to look out of the muddy window. If she looked at him, at those eyes, she might just think that she's falling in love.
Was she?
No, that was preposterous, she couldn't be falling in love, she's only seen the boy once.
No, It was just a color.
It was just ocean blue.
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