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Red has been his favorite color since he was 6. I wonder what it's like to believe in the truth like he does? To have faith in the holy divine and hold it above all else? I worry about him frequently, in the same way he worries about me. I guess that's what happens when you're raised together like that. We're nothing alike, and yet reflections of the exact same man; only one of us knows it. He's spineless and suffering all the more for it. So am I.

Son of Abel, son of Cain. Heaven and Hell, again and again. Unlike them, you're more likely to kill me than I am you.

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He's mentioned hating the color orange before. I don't know if that statement still stands; he uses orange in his art a lot. I wonder what it's like to be as unique and intelligent and talented like he is, motivated like he is. Strong, ferocious, demanding, loyal, independent, active. Only a year older than me and infinitely more put together. I know he cares about me, but it's difficult to know for sure when we've never met face to face, haven't had a real conversation in years. I think, with him, we'll end up the same as everyone else in my life. Get a little closer, catch a real whiff of everything wrong with me, then grow distant. I feel it starting.

Same as it always was. Same as it always will be.

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Yellow has been her favorite color for years now, I think, but maybe longer. He's the older sister I never had, but definitely needed. She's one of the smartest people I know and everyone rightfully loves her. Energetic, inspirational, and intellectual. I think he suits yellow well.

I know it's just my insecurities. I know she doesn't lie like that, that's not the type of girl he is. I know she really does care for me. But the stupid part of my brain never shuts up.

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