RAPHA's POV

The skies are colored with a blue paint and the sun's light is so bright. I'm a color white paint and such a colorless, useless. I thought I was a colorless but when I met this palette, a girl. She hit the button of my realization. I'm still a color that knows how to make the other colors more beautiful. She let me face the difficulties that I encountered even when I wanted to run. She held my hands tighter when I'm about to flow with the heavy realization. She takes care of me even if it's terrifying. She never gets tired of loving me.

For a week,...