When you were little. You loved turquoises..it was one of your favorite colors in flowers..Because your mom had died when she gave birth to you. So your dad told you once she loved them.

after 10 years, in school you were 16 years old. Your dad died after years and depression..you lived by your own self..

You met a boy that loved flowers..He always would go outdoors and pick a flower. His hair was black..Completely black and his eyes were a gray color..His skin was pale..and his name was..

Turquoise..?

He was a boy with a Flirty-arrogant personality but it didn’t make him a bad person..he had anger issues..But he could control them..He was kind and patient..When he wanted to obviously.. —————————————

It was a rainy relaxing day when you felt a light rock hit you in the temple. You glared back to see turquoise standing there..

“I’ve been saying your name for 10 times..Are you not paying attention?..”

he said with a low annoyed tone. While you were just sitting there in the grass, the light drizzle was soaking you..