The Color U

Our fingers intertwined, beating the connection that the stars had as we look up at the sky. My eyes shifted from the beauty of the night to the carnation pink color that rubbed in between our palms. The blood rushed to my face and I averted my gaze from him out of embarrassment. This wasn't part of the project. I felt him suddenly but softly lean his head on the crook of my neck, chuckling, his warm breaths hitting me until the chills took ahold of me. He whispered, his other hand tracing circles on my shoulder and his voice breaking the silence, "I don't know what color is that. But art isn't always in a palette, is it?"

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An inevitable artist who had a touch of color magic in her world through her hands, Adilette meets a boy she never thought of meeting, a boy that grabbed her attention and would never let her take her eyes off him.

Uston dislikes making art. Don't get him wrong, he loves the idea of art but it's hard to acknowledge it when life made him colorblind. So, his feelings are expressed through the words he scribbles or types down.

So when an inevitable artist and a colorblind writer meet, what masterpiece can they create? Or, more importantly, can they even make something at all?

NOTE: CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, A LITTLE POETRY, AND ADULT CHAPTERS. PLEASE DON'T PLAGIARIZE MY WORK AND DON'T REPORT THIS STORY. READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.