Navy Blue and Rain

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I was slowly growing tired of staring at nothing but the greenery out of my rain stained window and my deep navy blue walls. I loved having my own room but it was bare, I was sick of seeing the same colors everywhere i went. My carpet, my bedsheets and blankets, my ceiling, all navy blue. It was a nice color until it was the only thing i ever saw. Only escape i got from it was looking out of the sad window, sometimes painted yellow by the sun on the few days it comes behind the clouds. Most days it was raining though sadly we never got any snow. It was always nice outside, slightly breezy and rarely so cold that it nips at your skin. Today was one of those rare days. I was curled up in the corner of my room, sitting at the top of my bed. One thing I can say I definitely didn't miss al the screaming and yelling, throughout the day and night. Only peaceful hour being 4 in the morning, where the sun was just coming up and painting the sky all different shades of beautiful colors, purples and oranges and reds and yellows and blues and pinks. That was what i missed, throwing on my sweats and walked onto the patio when everyone else was asleep. I would make tea or iced coffee and stand, letting all thoughts escape my mind and prepare myself for chaos thats about to ensue not even hours later.

Knock knock

"You have a visitor." My dad opened my door and (insert name here i dont really know what to put) walked in. He sat on the edge of my bed. I crawled over and half sat on his lap. I laid my head on his shoulder and put my legs over his and sighed deeply. I rarely saw him these days.

"How are you holding up?" Another sigh escaped my lips.

"Can I tell you a story?"

"Sure."

"One time, I was in love. I had found the love of my life. He was perfect, like my other half. He was everything I aspired for and to be. He was the opposite of me but in all reality our souls were the same. Our lives together was like a fairytale, some days and dates were straight out of movies and sometimes k-dramas. He was like my knight in shining armor. He was silly and goofy, always playing around, a hopeless romantic like me." I giggled a bit at the memories. I smiled and blushed for the first time in what seemed like years.

"He was everything anyone could have wanted and more."

"He sounded like a great person."

"He was. He is. He always tailored to any and everything my heart and mind desired. We had very similar minds, kinda similar personalities in a way. We always joked about having telepathy." I took a little pause.

"He was also an escape aside from being my dream boy. My house was chaotic as all hell. The only times I got out was when i saw him and when I was going to school. I eventually reached a breaking point and my dad decided enough was enough. He told me he was going to settle down, get a new job and move me in with him. He didn't tell me that I was going across the country..." The smile and blush and all positive emotions that had been created over this time had left.

"I can't even call him my dream boy because my imagination isn't strong enough to create such a blessed being..." I looked up to find myself alone in my room. I curled up again at the top of my bed.

Knock knock

"Come in." My dad opened the door.

"Who were you talking to Stephanie?"

"Nobody, just myself."

"Well, you have a visitor." My dad stepped out of the doorway and my eyes lit up.

"Hey"

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