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Please Enjoy and Don't Forget to Review! B.M. Grace.

Green

It is the color of his eyes, hiding the true pain beneath them. It's the softness of her touch, and the impossibility that it actually matters. It's the shade under

the tree as he watches her sleep next to him. It's the color of grass as he escapes the truth. It's the way he feels when he sees her holding hands with him.

It's his essence that tries to capture hers, but always fails. Yet, he will try, try, and try again. It is everything that he is and nothing that she is. It is the

difference between the two of them, one that despite his desperateness will never close. It's not the color of her dress, nor is it the way she smiles at him.

No, it is the way he will never make her his.