Would you believe me If I said people could actually see each other's colours?Well it's somehow different on the phrase 'true colours' where you deal with either a bunch of fake people or just people suffering with bipolar disorder, it's much deeper than that.
When I was young, my mother always told me that I could see people's 'colours'
I don't believe her though
It all started when I was 4 years old. My mother and I always buy assorted cupcakes and a variety of pastries the night before Christmas. We were at the nearest pastry shop named "Betty's Cupcakes and Pastries". It's raining snow and outside and it's much heavier than the usual forecast so we decided to stay at the shop for another hour.
We were sitting on a comfy couch with an order of hot cappuccino matching a double-dutch cake which is good for two.
I was reading my favourite book Harry Potter when mom interrupted me and saw her holding a white medium-sized box.
"I have something to show you sweetie" she smiled as she handed me the white box. She sits properly and watched me as I untangle the blue ribbon securing it.
"What is this?" I asked her
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Aspen and the All the Dark-Shadows
Fantasy"My mother always told me that I could see other people's 'colors' I don't believe her though... Because all I can see was Dark Shadows" -Aspen Day Collins *** ©fragilebrokenfeels stories