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019. White
She sees it out of the corner of her emerald eyes, a small sound of surprise escaping her lips as she turns to look at it. Nearly blinding in its perfection and purity, it lies innocently on the seat beside her, as if meant to be there. Her fingers reach out to touch it but it vanishes into a spray of light particles the moment it's touched.
It happens again in her class while taking notes. Floating, spinning slowly through the air in an almost dreamlike fashion, the feather comes to rest upon her notes and her heart leaps. Once again it evaporates, but its color remains in her mind, along with the person it reminds her of.
'He's calling me. . .'
At first, it seems silly that such a color makes her mind turn to him. It is the color of the blinding pillar of light that first brought them together, but more importantly, it's the color of his radiant angel wings. When they are apart, all she has to do is look at the beautiful, pure white feather and she feels closer than ever to Van.