!AUTHOR'S NOTE!

Hello all! This is just a short one-shot that I wrote as a companion piece to my Death Note fanfiction. I have not yet uploaded the actual fic, since it is still under heavy construction, but this has been nagging at me for quite some time. So, I decided to post this as a sort of teaser!

Tell me what you think, and perhaps I will complete the fic sooner and upload it that much quicker!

Reviews are love! 3

Miss K


Blue.

For as long as she could remember, she had always favoured the colour blue. Not just any blue, however, but a light blue. Like the sky. Or like the colour that the children would always use when drawing water.

Yes, blue.

Blue was not a saddening colour, but a colour that represented so much more. Blue was the days where the children were wrapped up in blankets in the library when rain beat against the window panes. Blue was the sky in summer when the glass French-doors were kept wide opened and everyone could go in and out as they pleased.

Then again, there was white.

White was nice. The colour of clouds, soft and always reminding her of cotton-candy. It was the colour of pillows and warm sheets. The colour of the first snowfall in the English winters. The colour of the curtains in her bedroom.

The colour of his favoured shirt.

Blue and white were colours that represented openness. They represented freedom, something new and yet to be discovered. But they held familiarities that she cherished.

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Blue.

Blue was the colour of her eyes. From the moment his gaze connected with hers, he knew that blue would be something he was fond of.

Then again, there was white.

White was what he saw of when he thought of her. Something pure and clean. White also happened to be the colour of a few strands of her hair, which accented the shockingly light blonde that it was. White happened to be the colour of the varnish she always wore over her fingernails.

Blue and white represented one of the few connections to his past. Something he had held dear and then lost. And they too, represented the familiarity that he cherished.