Haru watched as the vibrant color swirled around her hands, glowing red for the anger she felt. Seeing all the colors of the damn rainbow was horribly useless. She already knew what mood she was in, Haru didn't need the stupid colors to show her.

What was the damn point of it all?

Day in and day out she wished for something to change, longed for the colors to disappear.

But what happens when Haru can suddenly see someone else's colors?

Well, wasn't life just one cruel motherf*cker.