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❝speak to me in tongue, in rainbows, metaphysics, in moonlight, in sun drops, in far, in rain clouds, in heat, in heart shambles, in love❞ #315 in short story {14/1/2018} ♥ copyrights© Our Love Story Ltd, 2016 cocainela°

Paint my days with colours like im a white canvas . A story in which the girl is sick but has a bucket list to fulfill . Warning : heart wrenching story . May cause tears to flow freely and shoes to be thrown at me .

they both had one thing in common; critical lives.

"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

- in which a girl's messages are mistakenly delivered to an alternate universe lowercase intended { #15 in short story - 170328! #17 in short story - 170325 #112 in short story - 161118 #156 in short story - 160907 #174 in short story - 160905 #177 in short story - 160904 #267 in short story - 160831 #360 in short story - 161015 }