I was lucky, soon enough my suffering ended. I was adopted by a couple of blues, Even though they were almost royal almost PURPLE, they decided to adopt me and pay for my colour. That is when I became a BLUE.

 Oldrick Indigo Blue, I had a Beautiful Blue name, a beautiful blue family ,and a beautiful blue life.

I became a good boy, I never starved again and I never woke up in the middle of the night because I was cold or Scared for my life. 

Most importantly I never saw a dead body thrown into the streets again; Blue people were rich, they could pay for a proper burial; they could afford to bury their dead.

 I felt I owed them my life and I wanted to pay them back so I worked hard all my blue life to make them proud and to make them satisfied and comfortable.

 I felt guilty all; after all without them I would probably have been another corpse in unknown red neighbourhood.

“I was satisfied with my quiet blue life until I met you. I think I don’t deserve to dream, I am a filthy red after all, right.”

“When I met you I had already forgotten my past and I thought that I won’t have to remember that life again; 18 years as a Blue yet I was not accepted. 18 years of hard work were not enough” Her eyes teared up, She was about to apologize

 “Miss. Leila Black please excuse me for what I am going to say but I don’t wish to see you ever again” I silenced her once and for all. . “WE ARE OVER” I said it loud and clear and left her, knowing I won’t be able to forgive her or so I thought.