{Life As a Student} SEVENTEEN-THE 8

Disclaimer: English is not my first language!
And everything written here is FICTIONAL
Warning: Major Angst (Prepare Tissues)

No romance!
Minghao likes colors.
Bright, bold ones; soft, tinted shades. Grey curls of smoke from a darkened cigarette crumpled by the roadside... just like time, slipping through his fingers.
Like white, with a hint of spring green -- dandelion seeds caught in the wind, parting in separate ways.

Inevitable.