Green ruled the olive-skinned little boy's life. Green was good. It meant you can cross the road now or you did well or today has been good. Green was the colour of the plant he put in his goldfish tank. Green was the colour of the leaves on the trees and it always reminded him of The Jungle Book, his favourite film.
There was always a little glass bowl of mints on the coffee table, as well as a bowl of fresh apples and pears. Sometimes he would walk through tall grass to pick them.
Green was the colour of his eyes. D'Artagnan saw them as he took out the knife from his pocket.
His therapist was eating an avocado for lunch the first time he saw her. The next time, she shared some kiwi with him. She used colours to help him tell her how good or bad a day had been for him. They were like traffic lights. At first there was no green. But d'Artagnan's life had always been green.
It couldn't stop being green for long.