He Chose the Light

Beginning notes

I became a writer because I enjoyed it and thoroughly think I matured as one over the years. This story could be my life or death but I would appreciate if you accept everyone of any kind because they are still human, we all have the same DNA so please, do not judge anyone for what they first look like (you might get mad at me but one character does this). A colorful world is like a black and white one, they each have the same routine in life. Many people inspired me to write and as I look back on my old writing from the past, I realized how much I escalated. If I do, please notify me. I'm still learning.

Feel free to message, and talk to me in the comments.

To her, he was the sun, bright and bubbly. With that, he couldn't help but realize that she was the rain, dropping everything one at a time as it got colder. As polar opposites, everyone loves rainbows the sun has caused. Sometimes though, you need a little rain to make it bright again. In a black and white world that Xander has lived in, he made it seem okay with his yellow personality. While he had multiple friends like him, some others were not as accepting of him. Xander kept asking for the same thing, it was like a broken record was being played if you were around him. Alexandra, sweet, yet dark and cloudy, was living in a world full of one color, only judging people by what she first saw in them. The girl, beautiful and mysterious, wanted someone who lived in the same world as her, to make her realize she was black and white while he was full of screaming color.

Because sometimes you need a little darkness to capture the light.

Warning: This is not a fanfiction, and no third parties are allowed to view my story unless given permission by me. As being said, no third parties are allowed to copy in any written way.

Please read if you are 13+ because some language/graphic scenery may not be appealing to you. Please do not harass others and or me in the comment section in any way shape or form. Also, please do not tell me to update, as I still get writer's block too, it is normal for someone to feel frustrated when writing something, as said do, please do keep reading on and have a good day while I keep you on your toes from all the cliffhangers and long chapters. Please do not mention any facts about the disorder because sometimes it can only be mildly affecting the brain. I do not need advice, and if I did, someone else would be writing the book. This is a work of fiction and based off a true story except the names are different. If you really want to go tell me how to write a book, go write one yourself about the tips and tricks.

Also, if you are against the LGBTQ community or any disability and/or disorder, suicidal thoughts, please exit this book immediately because I really don't want any hate because I grew up with someone who has autism so I would appreciate it if you do not hate on any of the things mentioned. (Some people are autistic) If you can relate to anything, or want someone to talk to, leave a comment. I am a very accepting person and I hope this book makes you one too.

Thank you so much for your time reading this, I hope you enjoy.