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She’s different.

Freak.

Everyone tells her she’s different.

Weird.

Whilst everyone else is bracing against the storm, she’s dancing in the rain. Whilst everyone else is striving for the black and white, she’s living the grey. She lets her true colours shine through and she frolics in the rainbow it creates.

Strange.

Most people want to blend, they want to conform. But not her. Why conform to society’s standards when society’s standards suck?

Odd.

She has a messy soul and a reckless mind but that’s ok. Everyone’s a little crazy, she just doesn’t hide it.

Abnormal.

People call her offbeat, but she’s just dancing to the beat of her own song.

Unusual.

She’s just being herself, because everyone else is taken.

Unique.

Sand tickled her bare feet as she waltzed across the beach like a performer on the dance floor. Arms in the air, she spun and spiralled along the line where the ocean met the land, as careful as if she was walking on a high-wire in a circus.

Unperturbed by the pull of the wind against her tangled, honey-blonde hair, and the tug of the cool salt water against her toes, she was lost to the world around her. Lost to her troubles and fears.

A low chuckle rumbled from the man trailing behind her. The girl turned and gazed into the eyes of the man she loved and would always love. His sapphire eyes could rival the ocean for their beauty and depth. Her lips turned up in a smile that was mirrored on the man’s untroubled face. A smile could translate love better than words ever could. A smile was all they needed to express the intensity of their emotions.

Grabbing the hand offered to her, she pulled her lover into her embrace, fingers laced into his golden hair. She pulled comfort from his touch and happiness from his warmth. A hum of contentment resounded from her throat, and floated away on the ocean’s breeze, quickly stifled by the gentle crash of waves and the sharp cries of gulls circling gracefully above.

Pulling back, the man placed his hand gently to her rouged cheek, and she fell willingly into the contact. His hand was rough but his touch was tender and she loved him. She most definitely loved him.

There were flashes as she fell, tumbling slowly towards emptiness.

A single, slender figure, oblivious to what was happening, was falling.

Encased in darkness, a single bright blue light offered the only escape from the constricting blackness of her surroundings. The little blue light zipped around, always tantalisingly out of reach, but never straying too far.

The girl did not know what the light was. She did not know what the darkness was. She did not know where she was. But she knew she was falling.

Suddenly, the hard ground met the girl’s fragile body, though she felt not a pinch of pain. Rising slowly from the cold floor, she came face to face with a cheerful, tiny figure. Hovering in the air, it flew closer, it’s soft wings tickling her cheek. A bird.

But birds didn’t glow. But, despite the impossibility of the situation, the little bird with a snow white chest and a sparkling sapphire body was, indeed, glowing. It’s body flashed brightly and fiercely, like lightning. It settled on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck like a long lost friend, and the little girl felt a faint familiarity with the situation. Had she been here before?

But that question led to a more pressing conundrum: where was she?

Although her little feathered companion provided a small amount of light, the dark extinguished it a mere metre from the creature’s frail body. Gentle chirps were the only sound to break the deafening silence.

Where had she come from? Vague memories of an almost forgotten life flew fleetingly through her mind. Faces of people, no longer recognisable, faded from her memory. What was happening?

Resisting the temptation to give in to the fear and dread crawling through her body like a fleet of carnivorous insects, she braces herself. A break down was not what the situation needed. She needed to keep her calm.

As if sensing her distress, the little lightning bird chirped comfortingly, and brushed a tear the girl didn’t even know she’d shed from her cheek. Though she remembered little from her past, she was sure this behaviour wasn’t typical of birds.

Confusion settled over her again, clouding her thoughts. The confusion led to frustration and the frustration led to uncontrollable despair.

Needing to do something, anything, to escape the darkness that clung to her like moss, she began to step forwards, not caring where she was going, as long as it would relieve her from this mysterious place.  But without being able to judge her surroundings, she tripped on an unseen rock and fell against the rough expanse below her.

Another tear escaped and rolled silently down her pale cheek. She wiped it away slowly.

She climbed slowly to her feet again, determination filling her. She would escape, and she would discover what happened to her.

Her little winged friend hovered in front of her, then turned and flew away. Following her instincts, the girl followed, careful of the uneven ground under her feet.

She stumbled a few times, but her lightning bird waited. She wondered idly what she did for her life to come to a time with her trusting a flashing bird to guide her through a murky expanse to what she could only hope was a safe place. Without any other choice though, she trudged on.

It came to a time when the girl did not remember what it was like to see things through her own eyes. She forgot what light was, and what colour was. Well, all except for blue.

But slowly the glow of the bird began to fade. Or was it the darkness that was fading?

As the black around her became a little bit less black, and as the ground below her became slowly more visible, the girl stepped out of the darkness into a world unlike that of her wildest imagination.

Waterfalls and trees that reached to the heavens above, pink fairies and horned butterflies. Was this death? No, this place was far too alive to be a place of death.

A unicorn with eyes of ocean blue and hair blacker than the night galloped past, and filled the girl with a sense of serenity.

That strange feeling of familiarity returned. Somehow, she knew this place. Somehow, she knew she was home.

I marvel at the colour of her.

I marvel at her green eyes; perfect orbs of emerald, fading into aquamarine with flecks of tiffany blue. As deep as an ocean, and just as mysterious. I could swim in her eyes for hours, lost in their beauty.

I marvel at the pinkness in her cheeks, as delicate and soft as a rose petal. I wonder how warm the blush feels to her. I wonder if she knows how adorable it makes her.

I marvel at the creamy whiteness of her skin, which would richen to a golden brown in the Summer. Radiant and relucent; not cold like snow.

I marvel at her wavy blonde locks, cascading like spun gold down to her waist. Strands of butterscotch and caramel intertwine on a bed of glimmering honey , as bright as a flame in the dark. The breeze lifts her hair softly, pulling at it playfully.

I marvel at her lips. Usually a soft and pale pink; today they were painted a startling and passionate crimson red. They were as bright as a perfectly ripe cherry, and as mesmerising the flicker of fire. Smooth and soft looking, and oh so tempting.

I marvel at the deep blue of her dress, the material clinging to her body, accentuating her figure. The dress stops just above her knees, baring her long legs and I marvel at how the dark navy contrasts beautifully with her pale skin.

I marvel at the sunset behind her, and how nature has created the perfect balance of scarlet and gold to accomplish the sensation of utter peace and romance that only a star setting on the horizon can produce.

I marvel at the colour of her soul. The rainbow of warmth that washes over me when I’m in her presence.

I marvel at the colour of her.

I marvel at her.