Chapter .31.

and the day came,

when the risk it took

to remain tight in the bud

was more painful

than the risk it took

to blossom.

~Anais Nin

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"Favorite color?"

Atlas thinks before answering, "Black."

I shake my head, "Black isn't a color."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

"You paint using black all the time, and you're telling me it's not a color?"

I shake with laughter as he smiles back at me. "Favorite color. Go."

I stare into his dark blue eyes as I answer, "white."

He throws his head back and laughs. "How perfect."