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#5: Home \Part One/

Summary: You want to go home, but where is home? Will you ever find it? Is Home a building, a place, or a person?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,592

A/N: In this story, you may notice the different spelling of the word home. So, below this Author Note, I put down something that may help you guys with the whole story and such. In this, Mark is still Markiplier, and still makes videos and such, just wanted to put that out there. Anything else that may be a bit confusing, will most likely be explained below, after the story.

Sorry, if its confusing...but enjoy the story...or oneshot.

Home=Person
home=Place

Author's POV

The word Home has many meanings, like finally returning to your home after a long day of work. You may be thinking that when I say Home, thats what I mean. But, no. Thats where you, dear reader, are completely wrong. You may be thinking, "But author, thats what the word home usually means. What do you mean it's wrong?" Well, the Home i'm talking about...isn't a place...but a person. Still confused? Here, let me explain.

Firstly, it can mean that wherever our loved ones are, that is our Home. Thus, wherever a person's heart is will be our true home. So, when I talk about Home, i'm talking about the person, not the place. But, I guess your bored of this whole introduction, so its time.

This is a story, of a girl living in LA, who has been unable to find her Home. Her whole life she has been unable to see color, everything around black and grey. She has given up already. At least, thats what she kept telling herself for years.

Here is the story of Y/N Y/L/N.

3rd POV
In La, California, raindrops splashed on the concrete, making people rush to their homes for protection. Loved ones shared their umbrellas, the men keeping one arm around their girl. One girl, however, ran to the playground, going straight into the slide that was a tube.

She took off her shoes and socks, and used her bare feet to get to the middle of the slide, and sat there waiting for the rain to pass. Her name was Y/N Y/L/N. She had been living in LA for quite some time, since she had graduated. Y/N didn't want to live in her home town, having the need to go out and travel to new places.

But, money had shrunk down to a handful of pennies, and work has been difficult to find. Her last bit of money had been able to get her a bit of food once a day, but sadly, she had spent the very last of it last week. No money, no food, no clean clothes, and no place to live.

When the rain had cleared, Y/N climbed out of the slide, slipping her socks and shoes on. The sky had quickly cleared up, and was its usual grey color, with the grey sun shining. Y/N could feel its warmth on her skin, and closing her eyes, she pictured what the sky looked liked. The words blue appeared in her mind, making her open and roll her eyes.
She heard many stories of its colors, from many people who could see. Those many people, being the ones who have already found their true loves. But, she mostly heard it from her mother, who had seen the colors for such a short time in her life.

~Flashback~
Y/N, the age of just 10, was looking out her bedroom window, looking at the setting sun as if it had cast a spell on her, a smile plastered on her face. Her dear mother, was sitting next to hear, but with a different look on her face. The memories of being able to see color sweeped through her mind, making her heart break once again.

"What set of colors did the sunset have again?" Y/N looked up at her mother, as she was able to quickly fake a smile down at her daughter. "It was all kinds of different colors. From orange and golden yellow, to a lovely purple and bright blush pink." Looking out the window again, Y/N tried to picture what the sunset would look like with color.