Colors: Blue

A soft-lighted day, breezy and mild, completed with the bleating of sheep. Smooth pebbles on the sand, stray strings and little fluffy clouds. The knoll is quite round and we sit on the very top as you play with a piece of my hair. Seagulls, wheat fields, and Dorothy from┬áThe Wisard of Oz. You think …

Colors: Yellow

Soft hair in the wind, curls tied up with a scrunchy, long eyelashes and freckles. Laughter in a sweet voice and white teeth in a sunburned face; creases from smiling too much. Jean jacket with a flowered dress; laces untied. Tripping on her own feet, then laughing. Faded jeans with rips, hands in his pockets, …

It was not Fate

He had light green eyes and was dark and curious, like a cat forever exploring new corners and testing old rules. Her hair was burnt auburn and her eyes glowed a firey cognac, staring suspiciously from her freckled face as she created mischief she would never account for. He hid his strength; and that he …