Astrea Grey has been through far too much pain. She's simply grey. Her eyes. Her morals. Her world. Her sight. It's all comes in shades of grey. Her life has been full of pain and callousness for as long as she's been living. Everything she's known has been a lie. Including herself. She has family she never knew about, and love she's not accustomed to. Astrea's broken and her heart's cold. She's a canvas in need of colour, can her lost family give it to her? (This story does contain abuse and mentions of rape, and an eating disorder. As well as profanity- don't read if this isn't for you)