Judas was an artist. He wàs an artist. Because since that one afternoon in October, since that one testimony, he couldn't see colour anymore. Only azure blue remained. The colour that was once so dear to him, but now haunted him in every mistake he made: the colour of hér eyes. That is until he meets a peculiar boy in the park one day, and everything he thought he knew gets turned upside down. Secrets start coming up and lies stop making sense, and Judas realises that that afternoon in October might not be as black and white and blue as he once thought. - Trigger Warning: This story contains themes including the (ab)use of alcohol and drugs, suicide, self-harm, depression, anxiety and rape. -