People often say that BLUE simply means calm and peaceful..
But how come we're uncomfortable seeing a blue light?
How come when we stare in a blue sky, we can't help to remember memories, including those 'bad' ones?
And how come we'd always love the view of a blue sea, when the truth is most of us are afraid to dive on it?
People consider BLUE based on what they see, not considering what's behind its beauty.
A story wherein BLUE used to speak out peace which EXPECTEDLY turned out to be sadness.
(I decided not to edit this story anymore. Una, siguro dahil tinatamad ako. Pangalawa, irerespeto ko na lang siguro iyong mga ideas ko na ito ang kinalabasan noon. Maraming nagbago at kung babaguhin ko pati mga susunod na chapters, mawawala na ito sa ayos. SO... read at your own risk.)