Kenapa Aku Hitam Novels & Stories

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

Like someone have dug deeper inside you and pulled everything from you, leaving you empty and numb for so long until there was nothing left. I am right now sitting by the side of window, looking outside, blankly. There are a lot of things that could be appreciated like the birds in the sky, the natural and aromatic scent of the nature. The clear sky with the lightest shade of blue and clouds spread like cotton in it. But it looks black and white for some reasons. Everything does. Black is not me favourite color. Never have been. I always have been a girl of colors like a rainbow and now when I can not find those colors I feel frustrated. But I am too numb to react.

"Oh." "And no, black isn't my favorite color. It's white." He answered, glancing at her, then down at her white dress. "Well, black is my favorite color." She said. "Why?" "That color represents my depressing life..." she said with a self-deprecating laugh. Black represented death and sorrow in her life. She had lost too many people she had held dear to her. Her Mama, Papa, Ethan, and... Tears prickled her eyes, but she blinked furiously, refusing to let him see them. She turned to the man in black. Black also served other meanings.

I’d rather be watching endless amounts of football or baseball on TV instead or a good action movie. “Seriously?” I say slinging on a different pair of black jeans. Do I have a lot of black jeans? Pretty much. I love black, it looks great on me with my jet black hair and my piercing blue eyes. Now I think about it, this whole staying in black thing started from when Tate told me it looked so cool on me. Have I been trying to please her subconsciously? Shit. Damn. Fuck. Why am I always trying to do what pleases Tate? Except of course read that fucking book stuck over on my bedside table unread.

Noah flinched, “Well, let’s look at the bright side… at least he didn’t vaporize himself.” Blackie snorted, “…he can’t vaporize himself any more than you can soothe yourself.” “Oh. Well… at least he didn’t vaporize the water he’d already drunk?” “Yeah, good thing that one finely steamed stomach wasn’t on the menu…” “…Blackie …I realize that black humor fits in well with your name… and personality… but there is such a thing as being too black!” QAQ (≖_≖) “Is that a veiled insult where you tell me that I shouldn’t be myself, Black?”

Lucas noticed the change of his emotions and asked in a low voice, "Remembered something?" "Lucas, we should leave this matter here. If we dig the past, a lot of things will show up. Not all the memories are so happy-go-lucky. There is a lot of darkness." Albert didn't want to talk about this. The way of being a mafia member and those tasks and training were never forgettable. That was the worst memory in his life. He never came into this life willingly. He was forced to save DEINZ. He was forced by Lucas.

I should have known but I gave my body to him nevertheless and he took it gladly and discarded right back when he was done with it. He doesn't care about me, Aria wouldn't care either, my very own sister wouldn't give a damn. Nobody cares about me. Tears well up in my face. I bury my face in the pillow. U know I shouldn't cry, he doesn't worth it and all. No they don't worth it . I just want to go back home right where I belong to. Mom may not care about me but dad does a great deal. It's probably because I'm black. People hate black people alright. Mom's white and dad's black. Ella's white.

Tyrel could not continue what he was supposed to say until Yesha continued what he was saying. "Symbolize as death? And it symbolizes as bad luck?" Tyrel nodded while Yesha took a deep breath before she explained to Tyrel why the black color is her favourite." "Doesn't mean black symbolizes bad luck and death. We will be afraid of the color black. For me, black is like me, and black is like other people who struggle with what they are going through. What black means to me is hope. Why? Because even if you are trapped in your dark experience, darkness will call to light to give you hope of being free from all your problems. Whatever you hide in the dark, it will make its way to someone to hel

he asked pointing out the obvious. "No", Bartimaeus answered shocking Sasha slightly, "Black would be an obvious color, but black usually has some positive implications, such as strength, authority, elegance, formality, authority, rebellion, and sophistication. Black is required for all other colors to have depth and variation of hue. It's actually quite a prestigious color, however people always associate it with evil and darkness", he sighed, "But that's human. I've learned, discrimination based on color, just seems normal", he shrugged accepting.

Where everyone is free to live the way they want, where there is no fear or death or life. Because such a world would exist at the border of life and death. People associate colours with default feelings and emotions that the society programs in them. So black is bad and white is good. But then why do you need darkness for a sound sleep and light for a funeral? This world and the way it functions never made any sense to me. It’s just filled with a herd of asses running after something they don’t even know why they want. And I was on my way to creating such a utopia when my world, the only light my eyes could tolerate, came in front of me after hundreds of years.