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3-Monochrome

"Why is the world so dark and grey? It seems like I am being the same thing I wanted to change, the same beast I sought to fight against '' was the first thing he thought one morning when he woke up. The past three months had been kind to him in some terms and in other terms had been bad as well but he had lost the light that he once had but rather just like his poem said he was now in a grey zone. He still was the emo king that he always was but something inside him had changed and that something inside him had been speaking for quite a while since the past three months. He needed to change. 

"This voice is not her's anymore, this feeling is not her's anymore, it is something different and it is something new, what is it though? Whose voice is this?" he thought as he sketched one day. This was a large scale charcoal sketch that he was working on and it was as large as his room wall that is 8 feet by 12 feet. Now with him taking on other small scale jobs, it was not like he could fully dedicate his time to the large one but he still did when he had time. In the past three months Aryan had joined as a freelance writer as well just to support himself more than before. What this meant was that he didn't have much free time for anyone. Yuuki visited him often though and he still went to hang out in their junction regularly but that was all the free time that he had. Not many poems either and fairly less talk with Rakshya as well. 

*ring**ring**ring* "hello?" "did you forget me idiot?" it was Rakshya.  "What the hell are you doing? check your phone in a while baka" "heh?" "uhhh. I have called you more than 5 times already and this is the sixth time" "dafaq??" "nothing. whatcha doing anyways?" "I'm working moron." "Oh! well can we meet later on? it's been a while since we met" "yea dude. sure." "then let's meet at 5 in matka. I heard that that place has a bomb ass fries and some good coffee as well. You love coffee don't ya senpai?" "Mmmhmmm. hehe haaai. I think I need that as well. then let's meet there at 5 then. c ya later baka. Now lemme work for a while. There is still a few hours left till then and I can prolly finish this project in that time" "Haaaai. But it will be your treat since your work and stuff" "Eeeeeeeeeeh?" "hehe see ya later Se-n-pai" and she cut the call. 


Okie now some more info about our girl Rakshya here, she is a weeb so she uses these words time and again plus she is an edge lord as well with a cutesy side which she shows quite often and even dressed as well. As for her looks, the time has not come yet and you will know when the time comes. 


So Aryan gets back to his work and soon enough he finishes his project as well. His project was paraphrasing a theis of his boss who was studying for his masters degree and he needed someone to proofread as well as paraphrase it before submitting it and Aryan was better in english than his boss, which is one of the reasons he got the job rather easily. That and the fact that both of them were smokers and enjoyed anime had a lot to do with it as well. 


'Things are going better for me than it has ever been, yet why don't I see the world in color? Why does everyone and everything feel so mundane and dull?'


"The world looks colorful in her eyes because she is in love" -Tsubaki Sawabe [Shigatsu was kimi no uso- ep 1]


-Yakaa: Jujaan


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