ten weeks in.
tyler wrung his hands together, his words almost incomprehensible at the speed they were created.
"then, i got in a fight," he mumbled "and i had no other choice than to stop myself"
rose leant closer, curious about this stranger "why'd you ever start?"
he bit his lip, shrugging a shoulder "because i wanted a colour other than rose"
the girl found a breath with painful words.
"i hurt you" she mumbled, her eyes falling as she smiled sadly.
tyler took the girl's hand, tipping her chin so she'd meet his eyes again.
"only in the best ways"
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tritanopia | 2 |
Short Storyhis world had always been rose, and it always would be. * dedicated to @chalkNcheese- and @wifidoesnotsleep for their incredible support. second in the spectrum trilogy
