Samson's POV
I had a best friend when I was in my third year of high school. I met him in the arts club. He is a painter too. He got this beautiful pair of diamond eyes that's dazzling under the moonlight. But I've noticed something...
He is painting using monotone colors instead of vibrant ones.
"Why don't you pick more saturated ones?" I queried out of curiosity.
He stopped motioning his hand across his canvas and looked at me with a palette in his hands. He smiled sadly.
"The world isn't that colorful as you think," he stated as he stroked his brush on his canvas again. "I want to have an artwork that can give people a piece of mind."
I stepped back with a palette in my hand to see what he is painting. I could feel how my eyes sparkle just for a second the moment I got sight of
