Grey. That's all his life was now, after they took her away. 'I love you Wocky.' He now knew it meant nothing, all of her words had meant nothing. Everything was grey for Wocky. Not even black and white, as he'd heard others say it would be, but grey. He had no way to cope, and every day just became longer, and longer, and longer, and longer.
"Wocky, stop staring out the window and eat your breakfast." Plum Kitaki smiled at her son, hoping to lighten his mood before his father walked in.
"The rain will not stop until you do, Wocky." The boy looked up at his father, who had sat down across from him at the table. "Grey, is it not?" Wocky nodded, unaware of what his father was talking about. Winfred Kitaki smiled to himself as he pulled out the spray hair dye. Leaning over the table, he sprayed the front orange portion of his son's hair with the silvery- grey dye.
"DAD!! What wa-"
"There, now your hair matches your mood." The Kitaki's shared a family smile before Wocky dug into his breakfast.