The chapter of my life spent with Dillon felt like a fantastical journey. During that phase, we were in the experimental stage of life, blending the available hues to create a fusion—either something incredibly imaginative and desirable to every eye and ear, or its complete opposite.
Drawn by the vibrant, rich, milk-and-honey hues of teenage life and inspired by the stories circulating at school, enticing gossips from friends, elder cousins, and society acquaintances, I summoned the courage to experiment with my life. I embraced rebellion, a path not uncommon for someone of my age.
Akin to many of my peers, I chose the most vivid colors, fully aware of the potential harm to myself. Risking everything, I metaphorically put a pot on the stove, boiling water, and added the hues I had gather
