Grey

by thatgatsbykid

Tension between white and black. A mixture for a shadow's forcing light. His life, his eyes, his personality. He's grey. He's beautiful. But I lie and tell him he's nice. I lie and I lie and so far he's noticed.

1. Introduction

Grey. His color was grey. Not white and not black but rather a mix of both. The color of forewarning nimbus clouds and of a tainted white, grey like a slippery shade between shadow and light. He was not completely good and nor was he a pure shadow. He was my favorite tasteful memory.

But does he know? Of course not.

How can he? When his world is surrounded by people more important and more satisfying than me.

While my world consists of days when he looks at me.

His name is Kyoya Ootori.

Her name is Haruhi Fujioka.

His name is Tamaki Suoh.

I have lots of things to tell you about…

But it's best to begin from the very start.