blue-h2a
Everytime he blushes, it is because of a girl. Everytime he flusters, it is because of a girl. Everytime he smiles, it is because of a girl. Now he feels as if the world's falling apart bit by bit.
When she moves on, all he can do is think. Thinking about how, what, when, why and if. She never left his mind, neither his heart. And all it take is a bit of tinted red paint to be with her.