I tried to paint myself a picture, once upon a time ago.
It was of a city. Just a city, no people or creatures of assorted types to fill in the empty spaces. The City liked it that way though, it didn't need anything other than itself to keep it company. It was a happy sort of place that very few knew of. It was The City of Black and White.
It seemed like color would not compliment The City. Reds and blues didn't fit in. Green and yellows found no home. Purples and oranges spoke too loud. All The City knew was Black and White. It was born that way and it will remain that way forever. And after all, Black and White always compliment each other.
From anyone's point of view The City looked cold, desolate, so… isolated. But it's alright because White and Black always had each other to keep themselves company.
Black was always a well grounded color. It was happy the way it was, it didn't need another color to feel that way. It didn't fall quick to other's influence, the only other color it was weak to was White. A color that made it soft and dimmer around the edges.
Now White was different. It had always been a free spirit. Always looking for something more- Something it didn't understand. White was never alone- Black was always by it's side, but it still felt lonely. White was such a boring color, it wanted to be more vibrant. It believed that a whole world of color existed beyond this city and it wanted to see it, but was too terrified to. So White waited patiently for a brilliant color to dye it a better color. To make The City not so empty, make it complete. But a different color never crossed into The City. Year after year after year. Still, White never ventured to find a color itself. No, it wouldn't ever dream of it.
The City of Black and White was safe. White would rather assure always being beside Black than risk having nothing at all. Rather stay safe than step outside The City and experience all the negatives. The Danger. The Fear. The Loneliness.
I threw that painting away, for it reminded me too much of my own feelings that I like to keep at bay in my thoughts. If my heart had a color, it would be white. Empty, untouched, yearning, waiting- Always waiting. Black is there also, but he can only take up so much space. My heart-shaped city can not survive with only two colors.
So tell me your color. Tell me, can it paint this city?
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I'm tackling Ouran finally! I'm still on the fence about this though. Interesting or dull? Curious to find out what all of this random rambling has to do with the main characters? Definitely will be having OC's so if you don't like it, we will be parting ways right now and there will be no issues. so before I continue this story I want to know what people are thinking right now because I don't want to write if no one's going to read it. I hate asking, but review your thoughts! Please and Thank you :)