PROLOGUE   Green and pink.     It all may have started colorful. Light. Playful. Childish. Too easy. Too short to be called a chapter in a story.   But, I have to be honest with you.  I still am uncertain how it all started.  It may have started with a day. A word. A color.    It started. It happened.  Before I knew it, I was sinking further, deeper. Helplessly.  And now, I simply couldn't get out.   I should have realized sooner that everything was too simple. Too simple only to end up too complicated.   Yes. It must have started with something. It must have. A day. A word. A color.  Or maybe I was too blind to see that they were not real colors to begin with like black and white.   What has he done to me? What have you done to me?     But no...I'm not gonna be shirting melodramatic. Everything goes back to being heck of a complication. All because of him.   I liked him. He chased me. I liked him. He chased me.   When will he stop bugging me?