Roxas's P.O.V.
I was 11 when it happened.
I walked into the living room to see my dad covered in a red liquid. He turned to face me and when I saw his face, he had the biggest smile. I looked at his hand and saw one of our kitchen knives. It clicked. Someone was dead. But who? I looked to the ground to see my brother and mother's lifeless faces. My eyes widened in shock. "D-dad?" He took a step closer to me. Once I saw this, I darted to the front door. "Roxas! Come back!" I could hear him run after me. When I finally got out the door, as ran as fast and as far as my feet could take me. When I ran out of breath, I turned around and couldn't see my father anywhere. Suddenly, instead of seeing color, I started to see only monotone colors. I broke down in tears and soon, the police arrived due to our neighbors hearing screams.
Today is my first day of high school. I'm not really sure what to expect of my new classmates but I guess as long as I keep my head down, I'll be okay. I pull my gray hoodie over my head and walk into my homeroom class. Well, here goes.
After school, as I walked back to the orphanage, I saw a group of people painting on a wall. I've heard people refer to it as graffiti. There was one that stood out from the rest. Even though I can only see monotone colors, this one seemed to have color. I stared at it, mesmerized by the color.
A boy with dark brown hair and forest green eyes walks up to me while the others walked away. "Well? What do you think?" "B-beautiful...." I could barely get a word out. "Seems like you've got a good eye. My name's Blake, what's yours?" I suddenly snap out of my trance as I answer his question, "I'm Roxas. This work, who's is it?" Maybe if I can find out who did it, I can find out how to bring color to my world again. "That would be me, Roxy." I question the nickname before I realize what he just said. "You made this?!" "Yep." He smirks. "Hey, I gotta go but, I'll be here around this time tomorrow. C'ya Roxy!" He yells this as he starts to ride away on a skateboard that seemed to also be hand painted. I could see the beauty of color along his skateboard as well. I will have to get him to teach me how to ride that. I wave him off as I continue my walk to the orphanage. I couldn't stop thinking about Blake. Moreover, why I could see him, his painting, and his skateboard in color.
Tomorrow took longer to arrive than usual, and even longer for the end of school. I couldn't wait to see color again. I hoped and hoped that it was still there or that I would get to at least see Blake again. I walked upon the previous sight as I saw another figure. Not as cute as Blake. Wait, what was I thinking?! I walk past him as I looked for Blake. Before I could get too far, I was pulled back by my arm. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name, beautiful." I already didn't like the vibe I was getting off of him. "Cut it out Tristan." I look to see where the voice came from, to see Blake in black ripped jeans and a colorful hoodie.
A/N: This is taken from my "Random Short Stories" book. Someone commented to make this a book so....... I did! Hope you enjoyed! -Emma
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You Paint Color In My World
Romance*The art is not mine* *WARNING: Heavy subjects such as murder and depression* This is about a girl named Roxas and a boy named Blake. Roxas lost her whole family when she was younger (in one way or another). Blake brings her out from a "dark place"...
