Tricolour Lovestory

It was the fall of 2005, and the weather in the River City was warm and lovely.

His childhood, like a pair of handcuffs, shackled the boy as if he were soaked in dark grey paint. Entering the fine arts classroom, he saw two girls with auras of entirely different colors who embraced him at the same time. He could almost say that the auras encountered, twined, parted, and twined again…

The young man was fascinated before he could even reach his inner self.

\”…How about we paint something together…\”

\”…All three of us, from now on…\”