Pigment (Millard Nullings X Reader)

Pigment (Millard Nullings X Reader)

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WpMetadataReadConcluída sáb, abr 30, 202211h 2min
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What did I think about my life? It's cool, it's great, and I loved living in a tiny house with no air conditioning in London with my very sweet, very sarcastic cousin. Why would you ask? I mean, sure everyone kept saying, "1972 is your year, (Y/N)!" But I didn't believe it until recently. I had began to get these strange powers. I was a magical Crayon with the weird ability to change the color of anything I chose. I needed to figure out how to control it, or find someone who could teach me. A strange feeling told me to go to Cairnholm, a tiny little area in Wales, and I had nothing better to do. So, now I was off to get weird diseases, find out more about this 'chromokinesis' stuff and maybe fall in love. Didn't matter what order, as long as I had fun on the way, right? Right?? Final word count: 136,416
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Dear You, Once, when I was younger, the world felt so much smaller. Everything important could fit in a single moment: the sound of laughter, the warmth of sunlight, the soft rustle of leaves in a quiet breeze. I didn't think about tomorrow, or the day after that. Life wasn't made of questions back then - it was made of feelings. But somewhere along the way, things began to change. The questions grew bigger. The world, which had once seemed so simple, became a puzzle I couldn't solve. I began to forget the little things - the way the atmosphere smells after rain, or the sound of my own heartbeat when I was truly at peace. Have you felt that too? That quiet loss, the kind you can't explain? If you're reading this, I guess you do. [...] This book isn't a solution. It's a mirror. And maybe, just maybe, you'll see yourself in it. I don't know where this story will take us, but I'm glad you're here. Sincerely, Someone who understands Revised draft Start: 12.01.25 Finish: 29.03.25

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