Colors

250 Words
I brought a sleeveless, turtle neck black dress to my body and looked up to Gray. He was sitting on the far edge of the walk-in closet, his legs spread, his hands danging on his knees, his eyes thin. Kris was sitting right next to him, devouring a bowl of cereal, his eyes thin too. It was crazy just how much they looked alike. Kris is indeed a genetic lottery winner. "Is this okay?" Gray gave a small lopsided smile. "It's going to hide your neck. I like your neck." I rolled my eyes, laughing. "Why? Cause you can leave hickeys on it?" I immediately caught myself, my eyes widening. Gray's smile turned a little dark as he leaned back, his hands resting on either side of him. "Precisely. Let's see a dress that knows how to appreciate art." I bit down on my lips, trying my hardest not to leap into him in front of his child. I went back to the arrangement of clothes, getting a little frustrated by the lack of colour. "Why do you hate colour so nuch?" I asked, turning towards Gray. He had been stroking Kris' hair, and he looked up to me. "What?" "Why did you ask for me to only wear white or black?" He went silent, his lips slightly pursed. "Because I have no colours, Evangeline. Colours are symbols of things that I could have had, and.... I was hoping not to share a bed with another one of those things."
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