This is a short prologue to the story. I promise the chapters will be much, MUCH longer. And the rating may change later, depending on how the story goes. I hope you guys enjoy it! Reviews are to DIE for.
Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters in it. Of course, I do own myself... I hope.
Blue is a nice color, I suppose. I mean, for people who enjoy the color, whether it's a dark or lighter shade, it must be a lovely hue that appeals to them. I can see where they're coming from; blue is the color of all sorts of things: water, the sky, and some people's eyes. It can stand for emotions, as well. Usually, it is associated with sadness or gloom because of its deep intensity and lack of light, assuming the shade is a navy or royal blue. Some think of a more airy, cotton-candy hue, or "baby blue." They imagine it as a source of bright, cheerful playfulness and joy. Of course, there is also the dull shade of blue, seen in metals or metallic objects, which is often quite painful to look at because of the lifeless emotion that it gives off. People don't want to feel empty; they want to feel that their life is worth something and that they're having fun doing it. Colors really bring out the passion in people and help define who they are. Certain people prefer certain dyes, and I am one of those people.
Blue really gets people thinking deeply, and they seem to really enjoy the color. Me? I've never really felt anything towards it. My mother had a car with a royal blue paint job, and she used to take me to and from school in it. My father worked all day and all night, trying to support the family, so he couldn't do it. After school, every day, I would look for that blue to come around the corner to pick me up. When my mother died, I had to walk to school. I missed that blue. Actually, no; I still miss that blue. Ever since then, I've blocked the emotions that come when I see the color blue. I refuse to think of what happened that day or why or how I felt when I found out she'd died. That blue has haunted me ever since her death and I never wanted to see it again… that is, until I saw a royal blue police box in my backyard one evening.
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