These Days
Alex’s life had been devoid of color so subsequently, she craved it.
These days, she painted her mornings with the greens of his eyes.
“Use your scraps to make me whole,” Alex thought, clicking herself into place in his arms like a harness.
You see, love, until she met him, was a familiar but fleeting feeling.
These days, love had been woven into her.
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