we can sense a different aura in every person. in my situation, i see colors.
a colored outline based on how long that person has to live. colors in which it represents how much time a person has left in this world, and sadly, how the person's goi...
when i was of young age, i'd always enjoy the sight of my mother cooking. i would stare at her chopping vegetables, and throwing them to the frying pan. how professional she was at cooking. i loved it how the kitchen was filled by the heavenly aroma, the sizzling sounds coming from the frying pan, as i wait for the mouth-watering food to be served.
nostalgia hits me again. gah, i miss home... i miss my mother. the poignant memory of it made me shed a tear.
i remember how i saw that color for the first time. the first time i had my ability. whilst my mother was cooking, i saw a screaming hue in her chest. i thought it was just me, imagining things. i rubbed my eyes and blinked repeatedly to assure myself that i wasn't imagining things.
i wasn't. i was completely normal that time. it was so clear to me that she had a vivid hue on her chest. if only i knew that these colors would have such important meanings behind it. it would save lives, it would save my mother's life. until then, i despised the color blue.
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