I discovered that marriage is silver. Pots and pans.
A chainlink fence.
A booby trap.
I was sixteen. Yellow.
The year my microchip malfunctioned. I had it replaced.
My best friend got married. Happily.
I got married. Unhappily.
I met the love of my life on my honeymoon.
Four years later, I'm sitting in the tea room of the fourth institution I've worked at.
I'm searching for the love of my life.
Jarvis. Lilac. Lush as a field of lavender.
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Silver
Teen FictionSylvie, 16, sees colours, where other people only hear words or feel emotions. She knows she has to keep this a secret - as people disappear to institutions if they get sick in the mind. *** Sylvie likes to dress in Lolita outfits and dreams of beco...
