Depressed Pink Novels & Stories

Soon he sat adjacent me with a light pink cushion on his thigh. He looked at me and smiled to himself. What's he smiling about? “you have a very beautiful place here” I remarked looking at the white sparkling smooth floor. I remember Eliza said he was called the Pink Model, is that why he has touches of pink in every piece of furniture? They're pink flowers in small vases at each corner of the room, few of the cushion pillows are pink and some other things are pink. But not dark pink though “you look really beautiful tonight” he said and I looked at his face which was not smiling, neither frowning, and at the same not expressionless. It held a look that I just couldn't understand

I don't understand what he has said. The young butler guided by hand in closing it, and I can feel that it's a small pillow that a hand can hold, saying, "Just don't forget to always press this, if you ever feel lonely, or depressed, or you tend to overthink things, and perhaps dream of a nightmare, I hope it will help you ease the shock or pain somehow." The fact that it is pink is just amusing. I've never seen a servant guy hold a pink-colored object unless their bosses gave it to them, gave them the command to do so, or paid for the item. The noblemen I am aware of have this trait as well.

She announced as they arrived at her bedroom door. There was just about every shade of pink that decorated camie's room. Though it was expected, knowing pink was camie's favorite color, it still baffled her every time she entered this pink madness. "You seriously need to lay off the pink Camie. Seriously, too much pink can cause seizures." She states as a matter of fact. "Ha. Ha. You made a funny." Camille said sarcastically. Camille walked over to her closet, while Ondina picked up a music box that revealed a ballerina in a powder pink dress. She sat patiently on the foot of the bed while Camie roamed through her closet and twisted the broken handle of the music box.

We both grimace into the mirror, I’m sure having the same flashback. Brandon’s wife is amazing, don’t get me wrong, but she has an unhealthy obsession with pink. Her wedding had three different obnoxious shades of pink and she managed to get each color onto all of the eight groomsmen. Even our shirts were pink, his was the brightest. He will never live it down. And with three healthy boys, she is still the only pink obsessed person in her house.

DAVINA The light rain slid down the sides of my face, cold little droplets mixing with the heat of anger boiling beneath my skin. The dim streetlights flickered, casting long shadows on the empty road. My elbows rested on my bent knees, fingers drumming impatiently against my soaked leather pants. The hot pink lipstick stood out against the darkness of the night, a vibrant splash of color amid the surrounding gray. I chose it to look tough well, I also needed something flashy to draw attention away from my zombie face and those dark under-eye circles.

She laughed and got up, moving to the kitchen, which wasn't more than a stone's throw from the table. "Because of our potty mouths?" "Because you sound like you have the same illness." "Explain." Lisa turned her chair to face the pretty woman as she started to cut up potatoes in the small kitchen. "Marc hasn't been himself in a few months. He's usually so funny and full of life. He mopes around here every Sunday, his best friend Jackson calling last week to see if something was really wrong. He's just been so depressed. I'm going to talk to him about going to the doctor soon."

I internally gag trying to hide my horror. “I had the room redone for you.” as she walked towards the windows pulling back the drapes. I cringe trying to force a smile “Oh, you shouldn’t have.” Jean just smiles “It’s no problem, I’m glad I could help.” Pink is literally my least favorite color as I try to stomach the sight of the room. Walls, ceiling, rugs, bedding, curtains, furniture, accessories, basically everything is in different shades of pink. How on Earth can someone like pink this much. Then I stop myself, oh yeah we aren’t on Earth anymore. Thinking back to my home and family a sad feeling aches inside of me.

“But on a deeper level, pink is a better fit. Black is dark, cold, intimidating. Pink is bright, soft, feminine. They represent two completely opposite things. It has to work.” Lucille remained quiet, too stunned to speak at first. She finally let out a long breath. “Okay… so that’s the idea?” “Well yeah, the core actually. I’ll figure out the rest later.” “If you say so,” she muttered, getting off her bed and heading toward the bathroom.

Mr Jenkins said, they all looked at each other and then at me before they said " okay" " It's called alexithymia" I said and then explained everything Mr Banner had told me to them. Excluding the part where I'm in love with Tory. " No wonder you're such a douchebag" " Thanks, Zach" I replied dryly and he grinned. " These don't seem like antidepressants though. It's fake" Rachel said drawing our attention to her. She held the pills in her hands and rubbed them a little, the once white pills turned pink and I froze.

I asked Jennifer as I looked through the racks. Jennifer smiled as she pulled out a few dresses to try on. “I would love something dark pink. My favorite color to wear is red, but that is too flashy. So, dark pink it is.” Jennifer picked out two dresses to try. Both were dark pink with ruffles, but one was sleeveless while the other was an off the shoulder dress.