37 A world of colour (1/2)

'In my world everything was grey.

She didn't know that other colors existed. From her earliest memories, people and places were all grey.

After meeting you for the first time, I discovered the brightest colors for the first time.

I discovered the bright colors of this world. For the first time, I felt the desire to protect something.'

Sumire didn't intend to skip despite her words. But sleeping in Yuhi's arms felt so comfortable, and before she knew it, the day already passed. It was very late when she woke up, and Yuhi was not beside her anymore. Sumire thought he already went home, but he didn't; he was answering a phone call outside. Now the present. Yuhi found a spare classroom for her to use, and here she was painting away.

It was already well past after school hours. Yuhi, however, told her to relax and freely use the room. He seemed busy with another phone call. She overheard the words schedule change before he left again.

Hair that seems translucent into the light, and hair glistening through the dusk. Sumire could only use one word to describe him. ”Beautiful.”

Whenever it came to a drawing of him, a painting of him, the colors came naturally, she didn't have to think about it, and it would turn out exactly the way she imagined it. Or even better. However, when it was others, it wasn't the same; she didn't get that same feeling she wondered why that was.

Trying to draw an image of a person's face whom you can't remember isn't exactly easy. Or rather she's supposed to be painting the piece for the festival and yet she finds herself being unable to do so. As expected without him here, she cannot paint. What an odd feeling.

Yet she finds herself naturally drawn to the colors from her old pieces. What sort of feeling did she have when she created works like this? What sorts of feelings was she trying to express?

If only she could find it, then maybe it would all become clear to her.

If she could get lost in a world of color, then she wonders what would happen. Would the reality she has always known change? It's something that would leave someone curious. To her these colours are so so very important. But to the rest of the world, to any other individual colors do not hold meaning, let alone have a place in their heart. Ah, what a cruel fate. O cursed spite.

The brunette reached over for one of her sketchbooks and flicked through it. It's only rough sketches…and yet this person, must be the one she's been searching for. Somehow…she feels as though she had already seen this face somewhere else before. But in the end, even if she does remember for a split second, the image will fade away faster then ever.

Her gaze landed on the ceiling as she took a deep breath. The smell of paints, oil paints, acrylic, and watercolor. The charcoal markings from the vigorous drawings she had been doing. Everything in here describes who she is and what her current emotions are now. As well as the message, she intends to convey through her work. For sure, that message is something that has been sleeping inside the depths of her heart.

”If you're going to paint me, you should wait until I arrive.” A familiar voice whispered in her ear.

Sumire laughed. ”Sorry, I got a bit carried away. Yuhi, you can sit down.”

Yuhi nodded and walked over to the window, where she positioned the stool. ”So what's the pose? Maybe you want me to strip.” Yuhi said with a teasing smile

Sumire rolled her eyes at that comment. ”Don't take your clothes off stupid. Just sit down and look out at the window.”

”You know other people would be flattered, you're the only one who would reject me like this.”

”Those girls only want one thing from you; stay still already.”