Falling In Colours
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Last published Wed, Jun 1, 2022
How can someone look this perfect.
His hazel eyes were fastened at his painting. His lips were forming a line. His hands brushed the black colour across the painting in smooth movement as he was putting his final touches.
It was a drawing of a street, an empty street with trees at both sides. It was painted in the best way possible all in black and white.
It was his thing, painting a masterpiece in black and white. when Mrs. Daniels, our art teacher, asked about it he just shrugged and said that this was the way he saw it.
Looking carefully at it I just saw perfection but it screamed for colours to be there, to the trees to be bright green, wonderful blue sky. I always wonder, what made him that way, what made him this quiet. Like he's so broken. I may have seen him smile to his friends a couple of times but it felt so... fake.
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