Searching for the Gray (slow updates)

"I don't want to know any one but you, Bella. You, you, you."

I was stuck. Not figuratively, metaphorically.
But it felt like I was figuratively stuck as well.

I was raised in an odd house with an odd father and an odd perception of life. The perception? Everything was in black or white. Not figuratively, metaphorically.

I don't know what gray is. I never have.

The days drag on and just when I think this autumn is going to be like any other, a storm hits and it's something more than thunder and rain; it's a whirlwind that leaves me overrun with oxygen. Dark blue is everywhere and it's in his eyes. It's all him. It's all Nate Gray Percli.