She unconsciously brushed a hand across her birthmark, a curious pink shape, in the precise outline of a bird. One of the reasons why she was here.
One of the reasons why she didn't believe she belonged.
she almost ran over a red traffic light when a hand caught her arm.
'hey are you colorblind?!'
he shouted.
she shrugged and replied,
'you know what? yes i am.'
a story about how your passion can feel like a curse.