she was made up of shades of gray. a rainbow all in itself. as for when i looked at her, that was only color i could see. it was not a sad color, but it was not a happy one. a perfect mixture of white and black. a broken, hurt little soul healed by the little things life offered. a soul fixed by the love that revived her. but a love that broke her time and time again. i never did have the pleasure of calling that girl mine, but damn i wish i did.
Nothing's changed, only triggered cucks and SJW tumblrinas hate on the show.