Shigure looked at the blank page in front of him and sighed. The paper was white, and the ink in the pen in his hand promised to be black.
Nothing was ever black and white really.
He saw the world in the shades of grey. The darker the grey the more pain and sadness it represents; the lightest represents the love and happiness. Simple, but complex.
The grey that represented love was so light it would almost be white. However, betrayal would be close to the darkest grey possible without being black.
He had seen both. In the same woman.