They were two people who could make a stunning water color painting with the tragedies of their past and the shadows they dwell in.
The twirl of her veil adds the crimson to the water color and the smile he smiles to himself when he thinks no one is looking brings out warm ocher.
Green is when he presses his hand into the warm soil, channeling his belief and cajoling the seedling to grow.
Black is when...
Well, we will see about that later! :-)
Oh, each chapter is just 100 words minus the title.
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