Silhouette

She was a black and white picture lost in the sea of colour.
He was the brightest of them all who shone amongst the hoard.
She was a nobody.
He was a somebody.
She was a silhouette.
He was determined to know why.
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'Silhouette' the only name that came to mind. She was a background image. Never around for long. Almost invisible. No-one knew who she was. No-one cared, apart from him - or so he thought.
He cared, he wanted to know who she was and why she had seemed to catch his eye - even if she was a painting of black and white.

But what both of them did not know - was that God worked in mysterious ways bringing them together, even if it wasn't the most pleasant or ideal situation.

After all, she was a silhouette and he wondered why.