I mentioned the colours to her on our honeymoon,
and she said that her first colour was brown,
she described it as the stain on her dress,
the first day we met,
and the colour of my hair.
That was the day I knew she loved me,
just as much as I loved her.
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blue [completed]
Short Storyin a world where everyone lives in grayscale, until they fall in love. book one in the colours series, may be read out of order