Kenapa Aku Hitam Novels & Stories

He said, looking at me briefly before turning away. The dark was just dark, what was so beautiful about the dark? "I don't quite understand you". I said, pointing out how lost I felt by his statement. "Black is soothing. The darkness soothes my soul like no other color can. Black is also powerful and conveys strength which I objectify". "My world was never the same after I discovered the power of the color black".

I asked. Tinitigan niya ako at nakita ko kung paano kumislap ang mga mata niya. Something about him changes that it's making me feel like I'm floating. "Your core is different from your soul, it has different color." Napangiti ako. "What's the color of my core?" "Black, it's black." Black, huh. What does that even mean? "And my soul?" "It's white, pure white." Mas lalo akong napangiti. "Silly."

I said. "What's with the weird teeths then?" A man yelled. I held my hand up, checking out my teeth. I could feel it all of a sudden, two teeths sharper than others on opposite sides. Mythological facts had called them fangs… How could I have them? "Her eyes aren't black no more." The sun had suddenly begun to affect me, my eyes felt heavy, burning with the intense sunlight. That wasn't enough to prove that I was a monster, they're just frightened.

I knew he had a reputation for being a bit of an ass at times, but was he capable of that? The blackness had dragged me under. Holding me down in a way that was difficult to escape. I drifted into what felt like a misty haze. Kira drifting alongside me. I could not help but ask the question if this was what it felt like to be dead as little else made sense. What was this blackness I was stuck within? And why could I not escape? If this death, then it was certainly a disappointment. I had hoped there might be a better afterlife than feeling stuck…

[Arella] Black is never a color I’d voluntarily choose to wear. Maybe because of what it represents in my life—the demise of the one closest to my soul. The wrapped black blouse and matching skirt I wear today cling to me like the grief I refuse to let go of. It’s suffocating, as though the weight of loss has woven itself into every thread. My gaze shifts to Ava. I want to ask her how she has survived these two long years with me in a coma. How did she manage without Mom? What did she endure? Who did she turn to?

she said so I avoided looking. "They can't kill Rain and hurt Dark." I said. "So come up with a plan of what you're going to do." she said so I kept quiet. I don’t know what I plan to do, nothing enters my mind. I don’t know how I’m going to start thinking of a plan. I looked at my hand. "Why is black inside this circle?" I asked while looking at it. "Because the owner of that fake souvenir is dead." she said so I looked at her, she took a deep breath then stood up.

Black's POV When I reached 8 years old, I realized that I wasn't normal. Everything around me turned grey. The sky, the trees, the people, everything lost its color, and with it, I lost my emotions. I used to stay inside my room for days, refusing to go out, refusing to see what the world looked like. I didn't want to look at everything I lost, but even when I wanted to feel sad, I felt nothing. I felt numb.

But I’m nоt gіvіng аnуthіng away. “Yоu juѕt think these girls аrе all bаd, dоn’t уоu Blаkе?” ѕhе аѕkѕ. “Becoming a сор hаѕ turned уоu іntо a judgmеntаl son оf a bіtсh. Yоu used tо bе human оnсе. I bet уоu dоn’t еvеn rеmеmbеr.”

Henri complained as Tia stood opposite him. Tia was very much in love with wearing black outfits for their dates… It was her favorite color. "My Lord, before you met me, Black has always been my color and code… it's my favorite and just letting go of it won't be that easy. It's as if you are telling a monkey to stop eating bananas but your majesty, I would see to changing it, as I would now go for brown and become 'miss brownie' and no longer 'miss black'," Tia said and winked with a cute smile.

Ruby knew this, but her hatred for Juan still made her indifferent to all the servants' attention and affection she received. “A loving and wealthy husband. It’s perfect. And now, it’s all mine,” Ruby murmured happily. But a few seconds later, her brow furrowed. “No black?” Like the world and her life, black was a part of Maia. For almost her entire life until her death, Maia adorned herself entirely in black. Why? Because black overshadowed all colors, including blood. The invisible blood masked her weaknesses. "But okay, let's try to be more cheerful!”