Prologue; White

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Kyungsoo looked up to the sky; a bright full moon greeted him with light. He smiled a little and looked down. The loneliness still painting his heart, slowly but surely. Making a small hole turn into large one. He drew a deep breath and shook his head slowly. He promised himself that he would be better and he didn't want himself to be more dissapointed in the future.

“It’s White isn’t it?”

“Yes, but how can you be sure about it?”

“Because the feeling is like you,”

He unlocked his apartment door and took step inside. The dust blocked his nose for few seconds, making him sneeze really hard. Kyungsoo squatted down and started to un-tie his shoelaces. He placed his shoes on the small wardrobe and walked to the kitchen

The tiny post-note still there.  Takes a peek between some polaroid photos on his refrigerator wall. He took one with blue color and read it.

Blue is deep. Like the sea. He also calm like the sky. I want to meet the Blue. Can you imagine it?

The hand written wasn’t Kyungsoo, but Kyungsoo like this more than his. He was staring at it in ten or more minutes before he sighed and took another one with green color.

It’s Wednesday? What’s special about it? It’s green isn’t it? Your shirt color when we first met. How about a sandwich? Green, Wednesday, and sandwich close enough right?

Scoffing as he put the object back. He opened the refrigerator and took some salads and cheese. He decided to make a sandwich. Wednesday’s today. He’s wearing exactly green shirt too. And sure, Green, Wednesday, and sandwich close enough.

Filled his belly with small piece of sandwich and a glass of water, Kyungsoo walked to his balcony. Sat on the small bench near small pot with yellow-Daisy on it. The cold breeze carresed his face as the loud noise from the city reducing slowly. His memory immediately playing.

“Yellow?! What is he look a like?”

“It’s a color, not a person.”

“But his name nice, I thought he will be good if he is a person,”

“Don’t pout. But, I’m agree with you,”

“Then you’ll be the Yellow! How’s sound?”

“Hahaha, then what are you...?”

“I’m be me. You’ll be the Yellow and White,”

The tears