Everything is grey,

His hair,

His smoke,

His dreams,

And now he's so devoid of color,

He doesn't know what it means.

-Halsey 'Colors'

Dark clouds are all over him but his face a peaceful state.

She stares at him, a little unsure of what to say.

She first met him at a mutual friends' party and though unexpected, they started talking.

From discussing music all the way to their little debate if adding cheese into ramen taste good, they just well... clicked.

She's a little shy and awkward. He's a little wild and adventurous.

If Taylor Swift claims she can make "bad boys good for the weekend", he can make her "bad" as and when he wants.

Not morally bad or anything against the law, of course, he's still a morally upright person. An attractive trait, considering how the world is a mess these days.

He brought her skydiving, trekking, bungee jumping and even swimming with the dolphins.

To her, it's not making her try out new things in life - like wearing a bright orange lipstick - it's being the color of her life.

He is...

All the colors.

But you do know that that actually creates white right?

If you take all the colors of the spectrum and mix them up all together thinking you'd get the most incredible color ever, then be in for a disappointment because all you get is white.

That's exactly what she got.

White.

Stained white.

Stained white?

Grey.

She thought by exploring all of him she would know him better, and perhaps know herself better.

But no.

"Hayi." He called out to her. "You're grey." She whispers. He chuckles softly. "Of course I'm Gray, that's my name." "No, I mean, you're grey."

He doesn't understand what she means.

He's fadin