Grey. Blue.

Grey. Blue.

Grey. Blue.

The girl in a sky blue hoodie who sitting on one bench of the the airport is continuously sketching the colors of grey and blue together in her mind. She ducks down her head until no one can see her face—a pair of swollen eyes and red running nose—and continues repeating what stays in her memory; grey, blue, grey, blue.

She’s never fond of the grey color, yet his grey eyes always shower her with comfort and acceptance. She thought she was the queen of blue, yet watching him in blue shirt really intriguing and can’t help beside loving it more. And loving him too.

Grey. Blue.

Grey. Blue.

Grey. Blu—square.

“Park Sojin!”

The combination of those two colors splashes out of her mind as she blinks her eyes to see the guy—real—with blue squared grey shirt panting in front her. His grey eyes meets with hers; affection.

Powerless, Park Sojin doesn’t hold back the tears that wetting her cheeks, again.

“Stay.”

S