SvetKara OS: The colours of love

Hey guys, I am back with another OS on SvetKara. This is dedicated to Kitty- one of my best friends. I hope you like it dear!

PS. Ignore any typos.

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Howls of the wind echoed in the midnight toned room; leaving a chilly trail of darkness behind it. For once he couldn't see any colours in the wind. Ever since he was little he loved the song in the Disney film Pocahontas. Colours of the wind. Unlike his two brothers, who didn't understand how wind could be coloured, he understood the depth of the song. Everything was connected to each other. Every single thing in the world can be painted by the colours of the wind. Except love.

What is the colour of love he wondered. Usually one would associate the colour red with love; however she brought so many different shades in his life, that it was impossible to choose one.

Red stands for her perfect cherry lips.

Brown for her mysterious eyes.

Pink for the blush that seeped across her cheeks.

White for her even, pearly teeth.

Blue for her tears.

Black for her deceit...

A whirlwind of colours swirled in his eyes as he remembered the few precious minutes he had spent with her before she left him forever. When she left all the colour of his world was drained.

"Please come back and colour my life with the chaos of trouble..."

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Dawn.

It's the time of day that has more colours than any artist has in their pallet. Except him...He had more colours than any spectrum, because he could see colours in the wind.

At first she had found it quite ridiculous how he looked for new colours in the wind, every time it blew their hair. The wind had no colours, it was plain and hollow just like everything in this world. You can never trust it. One day it might cool you down; however the next it might just mess your hair up ruining your day. Many times he had tried to show her the vibrancy of the air we breathed, she could never see it until now...

Finally her eyes opened to the colour of the wind and the world. Not everyone or everything was shallow, only caring about themselves. Not everyone had a selfish intention. There were some people you could trust. He was one of them...

Maybe just maybe she could go back in to his life. For all she could know this was just a dark phase of her life. After all...

You have to have a darkness for the dawn to come.

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As dawn struck, heavenly spirals of reds,yellows and oranges filled the canvas, known as the sky. After 3 years they could see the colours. Perhaps it was because they were standing on the terrace...Or maybe It was because they were with each other. Without each other their life was merely a blank piece of paper. They brought colours into each other's lives. Now that they have the colours of love they can paint a beautiful future with each other.

All of the colours represent love, just a different type. Their love was a whirlwind of mishmashed colours...

~The End~

I know that this isn't a good story but I have been at it for the past two hours and I still can't get it perfect, so I have decided to post it and see if you guys can help me improve it, in any way. Please do leave your precious comments.

The thing about this story was I could easily imagine it to be about Om thinking of Ishaana, the woman who tried to fool him, betray him...

I may write an IshKara version of this OS😉

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