"Come on. You can do it."
My eyes closed tightly, picturing shades of blue. The deep blue of the ocean, the soft blue of the sky. All together, like blue rainbows, shining notoriously. I searched in my memories the sound of the waves of the beach. Everything that was blue. My eyes opened, and it took a few seconds for him to react. "So? Did I do it?"
Emory clapped his hands. "Blue suits you," he smirked, and I jumped with excitement running through my veins. It was such an achievement, after weeks and weeks of practicing, with no result, finally, I had done it. Not much of an achievement, but it was something. And that was enough for me.
I turned around and found a beautiful tone of blue replacing the hazel color in my eyes. I blinked a few times, slowly processing this new image. The
