Colorless * Editing :) *

" Mysteries Await "*

Chapter 1 Of Colorless

"Mysteries Await "

Song ~ Odesza - It's only ( Feat. Zyra )

* I love that song! *

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And there he stood, our eyes locked and trapped within each other's gazes. I wouldn't call it love at first sight, but something close to that. He was tall, with a thin but masculine build; eyes the shade of the sky on a rainy day, just like how the clouds moves in perfect harmony with the deep blue sea. With lips that kept shut with untold secrets and mysteries, and with untamed wild brown golden hair that was praise worthy. In other words; much shorter and straight to the point..he was like an angel before me.

" My name is..-"

| three hours earlier |

" Are you sure you have Mr.Bear? Did you double check?" My mother was frantic with tears and beyond dramatic while my father just looked slightly annoyed by my mother's hysterics.

" Yes, for the ba-jillionth time. I checked mom, I have all my stuff." I sighed as I gestured to my suitcases and duffle bags that took me hours to stuff clothes in-- they were also heavy so it took a lot to threw them down the stairs and load them up by the front door.

" Oh my baby! You grew up so fast, just yesterday I was bringing you home from the hospital; wrapped up in your little blanky." My mother sobbed as she snatched me into an un-breathable hug.

" Lauren, let the poor girl go. " My father chuckled as he came to my rescue and pulled my mother away from me-- literally unlatching my mother's arms. She only sobbed harder and turned into his side.

I chuckled as my father only rolled his eyes and chuckled along with me. We both knew my mother was very emotion whenever I reached a milestone in my life. For example, my first time using the potty, my first time going to kindergarten, first time going to middle school, my first boyfriend in high school, my first car, and so on and so on. She just turned into an emotional wreck and usually cried for hours on end reminiscing about when I was a toddler.

My father on the other hand was just the normal supportive dad he is. He didn't cry or sob about how just yesterday I got my first baby booties. He was pretty happy I was growing up, but wasn't too happy when I started growing my ' feminine ' parts; claiming that boys are all bad news and that they will only break my heart and leave me to die of heart ache.

Dramatic? Yes, I know. But it's what every dad would do when they have a daughter, lock them away like Rapunzel and forbid every boy not to touch her or thou shall die a gruesome death by the very bare hands of my father.

" Alright guys, off to college I go." I smiled at my parents who were both cuddled into each other and smiling at me proudly.

" Alright baby girl." My dad's tall frame suddenly engulfed me into a big bear hug, which caught me off guard. He gives hugs, but not hugs like this. But I'm going off to college for the first time, I'll be a good three or four hours away from them and probably won't visit much depending on my exams and finals.

Suddenly, I felt something wet on my shoulder. I pulled back and smiled at my father's tear stained face. I knew he was going cry, but he didn't want to be a big softy like we all know he is deep down.

" Awe, daddy. Don't cry." I wiped away his tears with my thumb as he stared down at me with a proud smile upon his face. It seems as if the big rock my father portrayed to be was actually a big softy.