I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, nor the characters.
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Not many in the club really realized what was happening. They were too caught up in the enjoyable details that they missed the not-so-enjoyable big picture.
The worst part about the picture was that if you only paid attention to those little individual details, it was beautiful.
Like every piece of art, there were different colors and a few mistakes, but each part was so happy and appealing.
If you looked closely at the smiles and laughs, you would see that they were completely genuine. When they didn't look sad, they weren't. There was no hidden meaning in them and you didn't need to interpret them a certain way.
But in the end, all the beautiful colors and moments seemed to somehow mush together in a way no one could have predicted.
It was gray. The finished product was gray and dark. All the blues that used to sparkle were now tears and the reds that used to pop were now blood. The pictures that were seen as cheerful and carefree now only looked like mournful reminders of what used to be and what could've been.
In reality, it told a story.
But only if you looked close enough.
In a single, shallow glance, it was just a sad painting.
Beautiful, but sad.
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