Technicolor"I'm sad."Technicolor by supereilonwypevensie
She paused a moment. "I can't say."
Furrowing his brows, he stared at her with glassy eyes brimmed with confusion. She was so secretive, so mysterious, he just wanted to unscrew her skull and dip his hands inside her brain to get a taste of her thoughts. Her head was cemented shut. She swallowed the key. All the nagging fears and brilliant ideas birthed inside her mind were hers and hers alone. Nobody else was allowed to know.
Picking apart her napkin, she refused to look him in the eyes. Unlike her, he was so open. So ready. So wise. Those glassy eyes, those beautiful eyes, they were clear and without sin. The mind she saw through them was just the same. She was gray and lifeless and opaque. He was translucent and bright and wonderful, a prism reflecting his joy upon the rest of the world as the sunlight passed through him.
She was nearing her breaking point, desperate to patch up the cracks in her armor with the little shards of damp paper that stuck to her fingers.
I am me and no one else, and nothing will ever change that. |
I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I'm not. --Kurt Cobain
Queen of budget/closet cosplaying, prisoner of my imagination, aspiring Disney character, writer who loves words so much her fingers technically have sex with the keyboard when she types, first class hermit, hopeless romantic, super insomniac, A-class wallflower, Violet Parr.
<3 "You were my new dream" "And you were mine" <3