¨once in this monocrome world i existed, i walked, i loved.....even so....why am i here again?¨
times goes on his wing were getting black his little world loosed its colors one by one the colors that were left fell like raindrops, he walked in the world without caring of it he keeps his everyday routine ¨dont look at anyone, dont talk to anybody¨ in those days he could hear the whispers ¨grey¨ thats the way the people refered to him, even though his mundane rutine continues those whispers were louder and louder, the whispers became words ......then he saw her a girl with pink hair as roses to the neck, pale skin almost as snow, greenish blue hair and a smile brighter than the sun, he looked at her all of her bright colors then she turned her head and look at him straight in the eyes.....¨this warm feeling.....what is it?....¨ for someone as black like him the existence of someone like that was pure joy inmediatly he came back to reality, into that old coffe and she was at the other side of the street, even so that small difenece was so big for him. The next day it keep raining and again he visited the coffe, in the same table, but even so he couldnt forget about her, ¨are you the grey?¨ he came back to reality, even so it loooked like a dream it was her standing right next to him, his eyes without life looked at her ¨...yes¨ ¨i am so sorry but from now on you are my hostage¨ she said as pointing her gun at his head.
¨once in this monocrome world i existed, i walked, i loved.....even so....why am i here again?¨
times goes on his wing were getting black his little world loosed its colors one by one the colors that were left fell like raindrops, he walked in the world without caring of it he keeps his everyday routine ¨dont look at anyone, dont talk to anybody¨ in those days he could hear the whispers ¨grey¨ thats the way the people refered to him, even though his mundane rutine continues those whispers were louder and louder, the whispers became words ......then he saw her a girl with pink hair as roses to the neck, pale skin almost as snow, greenish blue hair and a smile brighter than the sun, he looked at her all of her bright colors then she turned her head and look at him straight in the eyes.....¨this warm feeling.....what is it?....¨ for someone as black like him the existence of someone like that was pure joy inmediatly he came back to reality, into that old coffe and she was at the other side of the street, even so that small difenece was so big for him. The next day it keep raining and again he visited the coffe, in the same table, but even so he couldnt forget about her, ¨are you the grey?¨ he came back to reality, even so it loooked like a dream it was her standing right next to him, his eyes without life looked at her ¨...yes¨ ¨i am so sorry but from now on you are my hostage¨ she said as pointing her gun at his head.
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