Rosetintedglasses Stories

Everyone is born with a name on each wrist. One for your soulmate and one for your enemy. No one can discern which is which until you meet them. The people who's soulmates left them, lose the ability to be able to see color or simply they could be born with this rare feature. As for the people who experience love in their life see the world in such vivid color no one has seen before.

This poem is about my experience with having to cut a childhood friend out my life because they're toxic

WARNING: Contains depictions of suicide, deaths, and trauma. Do not read if you are sensitive to these things. "Min" (Minerva) Robin is going to a new school- Lexington Academy for Future Change-Makers. (pretentious much?) Everything seems normal, for a prep school at least. Until she finds her room mate dead on the second day of school. Can Min and her friends figure out what's going on? This was written in collaboration with @JaneGreyhound and @CheefulLittleAsian