“Bye!” and she’s gone. When I turned to look at Bri, he’s already approaching me. . Can I run? “Woah there,” I even made than “hold up” hand gesture, “Just stay where you are.” “What?” “Don’t come near me.” “What? Why?” and he’s still walking towards me.

  “Colors. Would it be green or blue today? Maybe white—my favorite. A dark voice in the back of my mind offered no color at all as an alternative. I smothered that voice. The days of no color were simply too hard to bear. I needed color today.” 

“Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind.”