2. 'Her'

*Song Meng POV

Another school day, and I am already done with it. I keep getting the vibe that something important will be happening today. While the weather is to my liking - gloomy and cloudy, it seems as if something is going to happen. Something beyond my control. After arriving to the university early, I go to the library. Despite having memorized over half of the millions of books here, it's the only way I can just relax and take my mind off of the world - even if it is only for a few minutes.

30 minutes later, my phone dings; 'Song Meng, meet me in the school's main square. My glorious self will be arriving shortly with a surprise for you!' is the message.

Its Wu He, whom, really, is the only person here I think I can trust. Unfortunanetly though, his methods in the form of 'surprises' have been not good and not interesting. First it was a brunette American girl who seemed fake and insincere, then a tall asian girl, who was too wild. Wu He is the life of the party and really, he tries to make 'socializing' easier for me, but I'm just not interested. Forcing females into my life isn't going to make me a happier person. It isn't going to heal the past. For now, I am just waiting to finish university for what feels like the millionth time, then go back to Suopo for the next 50 years. Life is a monotonous cycle.

The sky is still gloomy and dark as I walk out into the main square, feeling multiple peoples eyes on me. I know that all they want from me is my favor, my body, to improve their reputation. Their thoughts are just petty and inconsiderate. I've always been able to sense what people feel when they look at me in colors. If associated money, sex and status with being yellow, green or even brown. More genuine feelings are rare. They come in blue, and pink. I can feel them and the owners wants. However, it is not my intention to get involved with anybody.

A sudden change to the sky snaps me back in to reality. A cloud has departed from the sun which now has a single beam focused on the paved ground. In that single beam is a girl. She is alone with another girl walking rather quickly away from her. Her jade white skin and dark waist length hair capture me. She looks... strangely familiar. Despite not seeing her face, I stare at her back. She is petite, maybe five foot two or three at most. Her modest black skirt shows off surprisingly long and exquisitly molded legs. Her small frame is surprisingly curvy but yet the only thing I think when I see her is 'vulnerable.'

As if she senses me staring at her she turns around. At first she doesn't look into my eyes as she notices me, takes me in. Her face is stunning. Slimly built with large, almond eyes, a small nose and thick, pink lips set in a slight curve downard. She is reminds me of a flower. A delicate, rose who needs protection. She is familiar, somehow. Which is almost impossible because in this sun beam, she isn't flushing, she isn't turning pink, her reaction is normal, she isn't like me. Her eyes travel up from my shoes to my pants, to my shirt. Then she looks me dead in the eyes. And we stare at one another in silence. There is something different about her already that I can sense. The feeling I get from her is...purple.

At first I ask myself what I am doing. Song Meng does not stare at anyone, especially at girls. These thoughts are extinguished by what I see in her eyes. Masked pain. Pain that she doesn't want anybody else to know about. Pain about something so terrible that it makes me almost angry to see her dealing with it alone. However, it is pain that's a perfect replica of my own. And she seems to sense this. Still staring, we share a silent conversation between our eyes... before getting interrupted. That same blasted girl who I saw walking away from her just seconds ago is back and she has now disturbed our 'conversation'. She gets distracted immediately and her cheeks flush a soft pink. She looks away from me and begins to talk with the other girl.

As the girls whisper to each other and then depart to the tower, I stare at her back again, I need to get to talk to this girl soon. Somehow, she is so familiar to me. Her entire figure enchants me completely. Her thoughts and feelings are not yellow, green, blue, brown or pink at all. Instead, they are an unfamiliar color. I need to know why the color of her emotions is purple.

"Hey Meng! Missing me?" Wu He's shout arises from the school gate and people stare, again. He is holding a large paper bag and I'm lucky that, this time, the 'surprise' isn't alive. Wu He is such a ball of energy but he and his actions are entertaining. Plus, he's the only other one like me at this school. In this way, we both can kind of, understand one another. However, our thinking and how we choose to really enjoy life differs so greatly.

"I brought some drinks from the party last night! Why don't you ever show up, man?" He asks, pretending to sulk. He knows that I will never go to any social events with him. "I'm not interested in such boring things." I reply. This has been my excuse for not attending gatherings for the last three years at least. And I can definitely tell, he is unable to get over it.

Wu He's dark charcoal eyes flash, a huge contrast against his pale skin - nearly the same pallor as mine. "Thank you for at least 'considering' my feelings." He says, sarcasm dripping off his tongue. I smirk, "lets get inside, class will be starting soon." This day is getting interesting, and while I don't know what will happen, I do know that I must find out more about the flower girl.