fantasy · childhood friends · color magic · distant · popular · blue eyes · white hair · emotional · promise · romance
My world was a charcoal sketch, muted and depthless, until a girl with hair like winter’s first snowfall stepped into view. The first moment I saw Althea, color seeped into my sight—her sapphire eyes tinting the very air, her silk-smooth strands lifted by a breeze that seemed to exist solely for her. Now, years later, that same wind carries her laughter down the crowded hall, but she doesn’t turn to share it with me. She’s haloed by admirers, yet I can still see the faintest glow of warmth clinging to her fingertips—the same hue she once painted across everything she touched. Tonight, she drifts past me, closer than she’s been in months, and I catch her glance falter. What makes her pause?