The vibrant purple flowers hurt my eyes. They were to bright. I wanted to throw them across the room in disgust. I didn't care about him! I only cared about her but does she even feel the same way? I screamed into my pillow out of frustration. Why was this so confusing?
I got up and walked over to the flowers. I let the purple petals tickle my nose as I inhaled the sweet smell of them. Even if I didn't like him at least he had good taste in flowers. My phone rang and I grabbed it answering it quickly.
I tried to listen to what they were saying but they seemed so far away. Everything felt far away. The floor was rocking and I tried to grab something to steady myself, but all I grabbed was air. The ground rushed up and it felt hard and cold. I just stayed their letting the cold floor seep into my body. I titled my head to stare at the purple flowers and wondered: did she like purple flowers too?
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Colors
Short StoryShort stories pertaining to certain colors. Each story is unique and reflects certain emotions of life.
