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"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17

Aoi has it all. Superficial yet observant, smart yet borderline clueless, straightforward yet indenial, tough yet easily swayed. She's rude and despicable. Yet buried deep inside her carefully molded facade lies the soft heart of a naive female teenager. Who knew that the first one to penetrate through it happens to be Park Jimin, the orange-haired boy who ignites fire deep within her seemingly devoid soul. Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction on 17/1/17 completed.

// the ink on her skin are the thoughts in her heart //

every chapter is seven words long ( lower case intended ) highest ranks: #56 in short story