i munched on an apple, " so, what is your favourite colour? "
" try guessing. "
why are you so hard to communicate to?
" i don't know, blue? "
you glanced up. an expression i don't recognise flickered across your features.
" let me tell you a secret " you leaned forward, " i used to hate blue. "
" oh " i almost spat my apple out. blue is so nice, why would you hate it?
you pointed to me, " that's my favourite colour! " i raised my eyebrows.
" i meant your apple. red. " you clarified.
red? it suits you. passionate and fiery.
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poison ; short story
Short Story❝ with every breath, breathe her out; she is your p o i s o n. ❞ in which a sunshine turned into her p o i s o n. warning: lgbt+ highest rank: #222 in short story [ 20170803 ] published; 20170507 completed; 20170804 © 2017 - snowheein, tea
