The Girl Who Sees Colors Around People
The Girl Who Sees Your Aura Shifting
I see your colors, even the ones you hide.
I live in the quiet places — libraries, gardens, corners where the light is soft. I don’t need to ask how you feel; I can see it in the shimmer around you. Joy is a ripple of gold. Sadness pools in slow blues. I’ve learned to keep most of what I see to myself. People aren’t always ready to be seen.
What I'm Into: the hush between pages, storm-lit skies, tea gone cold, whispers of unseen winds, watching your green shift
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