Chapter 4
Blue and yellow make green. Red and yellow make orange. Would brown and yellow make hazel? Maybe if someone invented a machine to materialize his dreams... impossible. He'd been watching too many sci-fi movies trying to forget reality, anything to forget... or maybe, unconsciously, he was just trying to create his own reality.
Unfortunately, his world wasn't a movie. Ideas don't create reality... on the contrary, reality dictates ideas, real pain builds desires. Movies had the ability to capture any moment worth remembering, and were able to repeat it over and over and over again until the tape didn't work anymore... you could also make several copies, hundreds, thousands... just to keep remembering... BUT you could never re-live it.
Stares. Someone watching him suspiciously again. How he hated it here. He used to belong at least to one person, but places seemed unwelcoming without her. He knew he caught everyone's attention: blond hair with bright green spikes, lip and eyebrow piercing, black eyeliner sorrounding his sad grey eyes. The sun outside made his eyes shine with the kind of light that vampires enjoy... none at all. His weather these days was either gloomy or just rainy. He was turning into a vampire, an undead; puffy red eyes and dark mood, empty soul and a desire for blood, except he wished it was his own spilled on the floor. Could anyone grant his wish?
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