"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?"
I looked down and tried to think of the answer.
I don't know, maybe because
black is my dark days lacking you,
white is all the emptiness I felt,
and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience.
As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself.
And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?"
"As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me."
I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that.
I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more.