My entry for the Art Club at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Category: art
Prompt: young love
Sirupy reds, dusky orange, the soft, satin glow of yellow - all stains of colour across flawless blue. It is the perfect day to fall in love. Lysander opens his eyes and sees blue eyes watching him, studying him, swallowing him whole. Her hair is the colour of sunset, his favourite time of the day, and when he falls, he falls beneath the orange light, his nose in her orange hair.
He takes her hands, soft and pale, freckled and perfect, yet imperfect in the way that fits him. She smells of freedom, sunlight and young love. He is caught. She says he is hers, she is his, forever and ever, and they swear they'll be together underneath the sleeping sun and leaking, colourful sky.
Their love is a canvas of colours, a palette of emotions, a story of naive first love - the strongest and purest kind of love you'll find. He loves her even when it rains, and her hair isn't the colour of sunset and her eyes aren't blue like the sea. He loves her even when she doesn't love him, when she screams, hits, cries and hates him.
He can't and won't imagine life without her, without her blinding smile, her glowing skin, her breathy whispers. She is everything and he will hold on forever /even if she lets go/.