He said,"What's your favourite color?"
I replied, "Why do you want to know that?"
"Maybe 'cause it will add to my general knowledge...",he said scratching the back of his hand, a thing he did whenever he was nervous. Don't ask me how i know it, i just do.
"General knowledge! seriously..."
"Uh yes"
"Blue."
"Hmm. What kind of blue? Like the skies or like the oceans?"
"Deep, like the oceans"
"And uhmm what about you?! What's your favourite color?"
"My favourite color is red, deep like our love."
That's the last conversation we ever had.
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RandomThis is what I AM. This is what describes my life and the lives of several thousand teenagers who are lost in their own series of unorganised and potentially dangerous thoughts.
