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An orange sunset waves over the sky, presenting all of it's colours. It shines through Aiden's bedroom window, the oranges, reds and pink casting themselves onto his wall. He glances over from his wall to his window, setting his pen back down on his notebook. The mixed and messy beauty reminds him of one thing, or person, Ashlyn.
Aiden's mind is a weird place; he can acknowledge that, it's more evident to others than it is to him. He thinks the worst of it is how every time he sees the colour orange all he can think of is Ashlyn. Everyone else thinks it's how willing he is to throw himself off of a roof 'just for laughs'. Truthfully, orange is not the only thing that reminds him of Ashlyn. The green leaves that dance in the wind make him think of her eyes, the yellow that sprawls from daisies reminds him of the school bus graveyard, pebbles that scatter over the smooth pathways that lead him to and from his house remind him of her freckles. There's something in everything that makes him think of her.
His duvet rustles under him as he shifts in his seat before pushing himself to his feet, pen rolling off of his notebook and flipping onto the floor, rattling by his feet. He gets a better angle, leaning against his windowsill, pushing his window outwards, rays falling directly onto his face, cool air kissing his face, chest and arms. Beauty is subjective, but there's no denying how beautiful a Summer sunset is. What was that poem? 'August brings the sheaves of corn, Then the harvest home is borne.' yeah. that was it. Sometimes Aiden finds himself forgetting about home and all the happiness there is without needing a constant flow of adrenaline. It's not like he's homeless. Far from it really, but it's not just a house that makes a home, if he can figure what would make a home.
Aiden gazes off, daydreaming about Ashlyn, his face dusted the same pink as the stripes in the sky, that's another thing that reminds him of Ashlyn. Her smile... Her blush... Beauty is subjective, but she's just like the sunset. He wonders if Ashlyn is looking at the sunset too, maybe even thinking of him.