Shades Of Pale Blue の小説・ストーリー

Lauren glanced fearfully over her shoulder then, as if just the thought of Miranda would summon her. Miranda wasn’t there, but Jake was crouched next to her. He didn’t seem to be the least bit bothered by the fact that Lauren had gotten sick in front of him. She hoped he wouldn’t tell his friends about it later. “Can you stand?” he asked. She nodded again and dug her hands into her thighs as she pushed up. Everything swam before her for a second, including Jake’s blue eyes (they really are very blue, she thought, dark blue, like sapphires) and then the world righted itself. Now to get away as soon as possible.

“You’ve been in the studio since six.” I picked up the fork, moving the food around the plate. “The light was good today. I think I almost found the right shade of blue. Not the ocean blue. The blue of the sky just before it goes black.” Zander sat across from me, his eyes fixed on his own plate. His hair was longer now, touched with more silver than it should have been at his age. “That’s a hard color to catch. It’s a transition. It doesn’t want to stay still.”

Brendan blinked repeatedly and exhaled, “Wow…” “Cheesy, I know.” “No, that was… sweet,” he smiled faintly. “I can relate, kind of.” She smiled, “Yeah?” He nodded, taking a swig of his wine before speaking, “The type of blue I like is in the sky too, I suppose it’s as dusk is fading into the night. That shade of navy blue you get in the sky where the last bit of the sun still touches, but the moon begins to light the sky too… That’s the blue I like.”

I log into my job's attendance app and request a personal day. After I shower, I look into my eyes. The longer I stare, the darker the mirror becomes. Inside, I see several black shadows standing beside me. I turn to face them, but nothing's there. Back facing the mirror, they become one and move directly behind me. Once they're no longer visible, I gaze deep into my soul. My dark brown pupils appear black. The longer I stare, the more I see this blue hue. It's a lovely shade of extra dark blue, outlining the brown.

***** The sunlight was bright, almost blinding against the palatial white villa. Looking between the sky and sea, Leah thought she’d never seen so many shades of blue—turquoise, cobalt, and indigo. As she stretched out on the lounge chair beside the infinity pool, the sky seemed to blend with the sea below. Putting down her pregnancy book, she watched the wild surf of the Aegean crash onto the white sands below.

My eyes landed on Mete instead. I focused hard, squinting until the world began to blur at the edges. Slowly, the colors began to surface around him. A murky gray drizzled with a sickly tint of green appeared first. Then, an electric blue cloud faintly shimmered above his head like a storm waiting to break. “Oh, an interesting one,” Pareia remarked. The colors grew more vivid for a brief moment before they flickered out of view. “Not bad for a first time,” she added.

The intensity of his anger reflected in his eyes, pale blue but filled with a darkness so raw and primal that it shook me to my very core. The pale blue hue of his eyes took on a sinister glow in the midst of his fury. They shimmered with a menacing aura, catching the faintest hint of light and reflecting it back as if to mirror the turmoil swirling within his soul. It was in this moment that I realized the true depth of his anger, and just how deeply it reverberated within him. Every fiber of my being was captivated, unable to tear my gaze away from the intensity radiating from those pale blue eyes as he dragged me down the hallway. He was angry. Very very angry.

Her fingers opened slowly, almost unconsciously holding her breath. The moment the lid lifted—the candlelight caught on the crystal inside, scattering a soft, mesmerizing glow. An oval-cut pendant, clean and precise, glowed in a deep shade of blue. Not a bright, striking blue—but something calmer, like the surface of the sea as night begins to fall. Within it, the crystal caught the light in soft reflections, as if there were layers of quiet radiance living inside. It wasn’t flashy, not overly dazzling—and that was exactly what made it look so expensive.

It felt the safest place to be. The sky was a deep shade of almost a deep blue-purple color, lit up by the gentle glow of the moon. I could see almost the full moon in the small clearing I had brought myself to, and it fascinated me. Something so far away, yet it brought light to our planet. It was truly beautiful lighting up our night sky and I felt blessed to be able to see it so clearly out here…

His eyes narrowed slightly, like he was trying to figure out what I was doing, but he answered anyway. “Black.” “That’s not a color,” I said immediately. “It is.” “It’s a shade.” “It’s efficient.” I rolled my eyes. “That’s not how colors work.” “It works for me.” “Right.” A faint smirk returned, and for a moment, the tension eased again. “Yours?” He asked. “Blue,” I said without thinking. “Not dark blue. The lighter kind. Like the sky right before it rains.” His gaze sharpened slightly at that, but he didn’t comment.