blue // phan au
"i think everyone's personality matches a color." i said, my voice shaking from his close proximity. at that point i could smell his cologne even though he really wasn't that close. but to me, him being ten feet away actually felt like him being ten millimeters away.
it was intoxicating in the best way possible.
"and what would your color be?" he smirked. my pulse quickened along with my breathing. he could sense it. he could sense that my composure was melting. he fucking knew it.
he thrived off of it.
"i think, i would be a grey color." my voice was starting to get smaller, along with the space between us. "in most cases i'm dull. i'm the thing you get when you accidentally dump the black into the white." he opened his mouth to interject but i kept talking. "but at times i'm the pretty kind of grey. the silver." i smiled a bit, "the kind of thing you get when you intentionally dump all the glitter in with the boring grey."
his blue eyes sparked with amusement as he looked down at my trembling hands that were covered with my oversized white jumper.
"what is mine then?" his eyes were trained solely on my lips. i could feel his lips gravitate towards mine like magnets. but, unlike all the other times, i didn't want to pull away, the magnet was stronger than me.
i let it be stronger than me.
i wanted it to be stronger than me.
i let out a breathy laugh before replying.
"blue. the most beautiful color of all."