Your personality is that of sunshine. Maybe you're made of it.
These are direct words extracted and processed from my mind over the past few weeks.
I know, I know, I'm not making sense. But I catch myself facing that problem a lot nowadays.
Only around you, though.
I guess your brilliance is just too much for me:
I can't seem to do anything when your laughing, or smiling, or sitting, or standing.
Anything really.
Many associate the color yellow with happiness.
I'm starting to think you are my yellow.
YOU ARE READING
rainbow skies | suna r.
Fanfiction[suna x fem!reader] My world was drab and all was grey. But you looked at me. You grinned. Your hand took ahold of mine. And suddenly, rainbows lit up the sky. > a short story i spit out at ungodly hours; read at risk of ur own disappointment:') > h...
