Novel & Cerita I Paint The Whole Sky Red Do You Remember That

That is the promise I will never forget. THE END

He said and someone pressed there and stood beside me. I gasped when the walls of the plane started moving up, revealing the glass wall that enabled us to see the sky. I looked at him in shock and he was just staring at me. "Oh my, what the fuck! This is beautiful!" I said and looked back up. The colors pink, yellow, and orange are competing to be a dominant color of the sky which makes it even more beautiful. "Can the glass be removed as well?" I asked Aries. He stared at me blankly. "Do you want to commit suicide? Just tell me I will throw you out. " He said and smirked.

"Can you see the stars from your planet?" "No," he told her. "I've told you before that the sky is red where I come from, right? Well, it never changes. The sky is always a bright crimson, so it never gets dark enough." He sighed a bit as he stared at the dark sky above him. "That's the one thing I like about Earth. Here you can see stars."

Screamed Auto as Zoom zoomed off with the California and the packet of rolling paper. Auto and I discussed as we walked to the dance floor. The sound of the music grew louder. "G, I think painting his crib all red is quite showy and off code. What you think man?" "Loud, his old man painted the crib this way before he bought the fam. He was a 'Wilder' and still a 'Wilder' in heaven. Young lad Zoom represents him on earth now, as a worthy son.”

Oxygen is sucked from my lungs, color is sucked from the room. The only color I see. Is red. Red. Red. On my fingers. I see red.

Painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson. Beautiful. Peaceful. A perfect morning for the world to end. Or begin again. We would find out which soon enough.

— Class started. Today’s task was simple. “Paint a moment you cannot forget,” the lecturer said. The room became quiet. Everyone started working. Some students smiled. Some looked excited. But me? I froze. A moment I cannot forget… Too many came into my head at once. The mansion. The cold looks. The silence. The night I left. The pain. My fingers tightened around the brush. I didn’t want to paint that. Not again. Not like before. I closed my eyes for a second.

Gorgeous hues of oranges, pinks, and purples painted the sky, and it was absolutely breathtaking. It was an artwork within itself, and I found myself thinking that we had all forgotten to take a moment just to appreciate what was around us. We were all so wrapped up in conflict with one another, that we did not value the things that used to bring wonder to our minds when we were little.

"It's just that you, damn it, you manage to bring all my parts together and make me all yours. You manage to pull me out of the darkness and into your light. You make me feel like the happiest person in the world just by being by your side. We are a whole, you and I, two incomplete halves that fit together perfectly. You make the little become absurdly much and fill me in every possible way. You, only you, make my life so sunny, and without you, I feel completely cloudy."

"Sky doesn't have lines in it like that. It's smooth." Ravyn sat down on the floor between them, kicked her shoes off, and picked up a blue crayon. For a little while — twenty minutes, maybe half an hour, the exact length of time it took to fill in a child's idea of the sky with the correct absence of visible lines — none of them thought about the date sitting now eight days out, or the device in the kitchen drawer, or the man with the X-shaped scar waiting somewhere in a future neither of them could quite picture yet, or the contract that had no ending except the one Marcello had described in a kitchen full of blood weeks ago.