She remembered one day she opened her navy, blue locker to see a lightly colored, boarded with strawberries paper in there. She knew it wasn't hers, all she had was french grey papers. She took it out and read it:
The season is spring
The flowers are blooming
But that's nothing compared to you
The season is spring
The flowers are blooming
But it's you that will melt my heart
The season is spring
The flowers are blooming
But it's you I look forward to seeing
She didn't know who or why someone gave this to her but she felt a smile on her lips. She looked up to try and see if she could figure out who gave it to her but the bell rang and she had to leave. She still held the lightly colored, boarded with strawberries paper in her hand, not wanting it to disappear.
Although, she thought, I'll find out who gave it to me.
YOU ARE READING
grey skies
Romance*sequal to strawberry milk (in her point of view) All she ever saw was grey But one look at him and she saw light blue again - A girl that only sees muted colors finally sees pastel for the first time and it takes her breath away. - Hi, the chapters...
