He cried, of course he did. But he did not forget what she said. To live life to its fullest. To not be too sad about her death. To remember colour. Just like colour, she entered with a splash. But she didn't leave quietly. She left traces of colour, a reminder that she was there, like a watermark. And always will be there.
get ready for like, a triple update on Friday
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
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Cerita Pendekhe only knew his world in black and white before she introduced colours to him. but how can someone who's colour blind understand colour? updates every wednesday and friday :)
