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Snapshots of the Soul
Vivid Red
Whether it was just the tint of his glasses that made her hair seem so vividly red, Scott would never know. But he liked to think it wasn't. Because it suited her, that lively red, because she was life. She was alive in a way no one else he'd never met was. It made him laugh, when people said she was quiet, or reserved. Because they had no idea, and how could they? They didn't hear her, singing jazz songs as she showered in the morning. They didn't hear the thoughts she spoke into his head, making him choke on his coffee, keeping a poker face while everyone else moved around them unaware. They had never seen her dancing in the rain in the middle of the night, when she couldn't sleep.
So then maybe it was right, that her hair only seemed so bright to him. Because he was the only one who really saw her vivid red.
Vivid Red
Whether it was just the tint of his glasses that made her hair seem so vividly red, Scott would never know. But he liked to think it wasn't. Because it suited her, that lively red, because she was life. She was alive in a way no one else he'd never met was. It made him laugh, when people said she was quiet, or reserved. Because they had no idea, and how could they? They didn't hear her, singing jazz songs as she showered in the morning. They didn't hear the thoughts she spoke into his head, making him choke on his coffee, keeping a poker face while everyone else moved around them unaware. They had never seen her dancing in the rain in the middle of the night, when she couldn't sleep.
So then maybe it was right, that her hair only seemed so bright to him. Because he was the only one who really saw her vivid red.
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