HE CRAVED color in his monochromatic life.
He never envisioned his life to be colored blue. The richest hue of blue that the ocean craved to be.
She was his crayon, and him, like a child, colored his world as if it were a coloring book. Using her beautiful rich color, he colored the blank pages of his mind until they were filled with a beautiful shade of blue. Her passion reeked on the pages yet he always craved more.
One day, he pressed on his crayon too hard and broke her. He tossed her to the side, tearing the pages away that she stained with her beautiful color.
To be fair, Harry had always preferred red.
A mistake that would leave his world colorless.
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Leaving Las Vegas (h.s)
Fanfiction- Love is just a word, not a feeling. Words are supposed to hurt you which is why I tell you I love you. (short story)
