Maybe we should try believing that things might go back to normal some day...I mean, if you can take it away, you can give it back right? Not that I expect them to any time soon, but...
[Terra lolls his head back, and spends the next few moments deliberating over what he wants to say next.]
When I was little, I read this book. In the book, there's no color, it's a world where everything is gray and the same. And there's this boy, and he's different from everyone else. There's this girl, and he likes her, and one day, he notices something strange. Her hair is shining, glowing a bright red--something he's never even been able to conceive anymore. Her bright red hair, red lips...The most beautiful thing he's ever seen, that red, that girl...
[He catches himself trailing off, and awkwardly tries to restore some composure.]
Ah, yeah, anyway... I've always found red to be a special color, more powerful and passionate and expressive than any other.
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[Terra lolls his head back, and spends the next few moments deliberating over what he wants to say next.]
When I was little, I read this book. In the book, there's no color, it's a world where everything is gray and the same. And there's this boy, and he's different from everyone else. There's this girl, and he likes her, and one day, he notices something strange. Her hair is shining, glowing a bright red--something he's never even been able to conceive anymore. Her bright red hair, red lips...The most beautiful thing he's ever seen, that red, that girl...
[He catches himself trailing off, and awkwardly tries to restore some composure.]
Ah, yeah, anyway...
I've always found red to be a special color, more powerful and passionate and expressive than any other.
I'm glad that I can still watch the sunset.