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Hues and You
Adriene was a flower at heart. A gloomy, inauspicious flower. They sat in a field of marigolds. Looking at one another as the yellow flowers looked upon them. They hadn’t met before, but there was a palpable chemistry, like there was a huge strand twisting across the space between them, connecting their gaze metaphysically. The sun was high, and in front of them. Depending on perspective, it lay perfectly central between them, beaming with vigour and blessing their side of the Earth with unmountable optimism.
It was a blisteringly hot afternoon. Birds chirped in unison as they flocked for shade, people laughed in synch, pouring water over themselves to cool off. It was really hot. A flash mob were demonstrating an intricately choreographed dance in the wide streets of the town centre. Having worked months together on the routine. People were taking videos, marvelling together at the sight. Socialites came out and generally revelled in the sun. At least, all this was probably happening. Maximilian didn’t really know. He just was presuming.
A miraculous thing happened that Monday morning; Hedo found himself awake and out of bed. Not only that, his body decided to carry him out of his room. Granted, he moved like an elderly zombie, and wasn’t present in the slightest, but it was miraculous all the same.
The world shifted dramatically in colour, right before her eyes. One second it was bleak, grey and cold, the next it was a sparkling vista. For a very short moment she saw clouds, radiating effervescent purple glows, engulf the sky and then disappear to reveal an impossible blue. As if they were blown away just as everything on the ground had all that time ago. Her numbness transitioned suddenly into dichotomous feeling; her grey eyes rolled back into whites; her chemicals struck her with more colour than the sky could possibly depict. Her heart palpitated furiously to cope with the influx. Love, grief, hope and anger all hit her at once, coalescing into absolute confusion. Sounds of her mother’s laughter reverberated through her soothingly. She whimpered, smiled, cried and clutched harder, with both hands, onto the golden heart-shaped locket. Young Luna was in ecstasy as her emotions rushed to settle back into their native home. A few moments passed before her irises, holding pupils in minuscule state, returned, revealing their natural colour: the deepest blue with instances of fork-lightning pink.