Girlish dreams and happy memories; white ribbons weaving around rosy-brown hair, bright blue eyes glittering with joy and wonder, a smile containing the purity and secrets only a young girl's heart could contain.
She was pink. Passion and purity melted together to create a gentle femininity only found in a young girl's heart.
Viciousness, heartlessness; unkind words and fragments of love and hatred. Feelings wanting to be expressed but being repressed. Deep inside the dark void was his girlish longing for someone else's adoration and acceptance, of wanting to be told "You're perfect as you are. You're pretty as you are". Hatred pulsed inside of him upon the realization that the heart of a lonely girl could never be found in the arms of this boy.
Marluxia was an unknown color.