the amare project// muke

(one)

it's a warm day, I can't tell what colour the sky is though, I can't remember.
though my mum tells me it's blue most of the time, why would the sky be blue?
that's a weird colour. for the sky anyway.
it's the only colour I know.

my mum also tells me I have the most beautiful blue eyes she's ever seen, I don't believe that either, all I see when I look into the mirror is grey.

grey grey grey.

I want to see colours again, I hate this dark sad world with no colour.
I just want to meet the right girl, with beautiful long hair and a gorgeous smile, I want someone to bring colour back to me. bring my life back to me.

after I pull on my grey clothes, push back my grey hair, and close my grey door I walk down my grey stairs, leaving the house without saying goodbye to my mom. I can't anymore.

I hate not being able to see the colour of her clothes, or the colour of her cheeks when she's happy. it pains me.
I sigh as I step outside, hoping to see the trees in full bloom or the sky in colour but the first thing I see is a tall boy with messy hair rush past my house, flashing me a small smile and then carrying on with his fast walking pace.

'you whine to much, get over it and at least try and be happy.' my subconscious tells me, just to help me get through the day without punching someone.

I walk the three blocks to school and straight to my lesson. first period is English.
pulling off my bag and placing it beside me, pulling out my apparently green pencil case, but I've never seen the colour green. the teacher starts talking and I find myself diving into the book 'Harry Potter'.

just as I get to the part where Harry verus professor quirell and voldemort... AT THE SAME TIME.. Mr Hughes pulls my book out of my hands and tells me to concentrate.

the rest of the lesson drags on and I find myself tapping my pencil on the desk, hearing a few groans aimed at me from all around the classroom but I don't care.
then I hear another faint tapping from across the room, the same boy that I crossed paths with about an hour ago is tapping his pencil in beat with mine, smirking at me.

I glance down, feeling my cheeks heat up, I'm not sure if they change colour but my face definitely warms up. my eyes widen in shock as I see the colour between my fingers beating down on the desk.

my pencil has colour.

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THIS IS SHORT AND BORING BUT THE LOVE STORY WILL GROW I PROMISE c: -G