"Why are you wearing black?" she asked him eventually, as he lay on the coach, swinging one of his legs over the backrest. "For someone so young, so... lively, isn't it rather sad?"
The corners of his lips moved slightly upwards, though almost imperceptibly. "Why? Black is still a colour, you know? I used to enjoy yellow once, but yellow seems so bright, so captivating that you cannot see other colours in it. And I needed colours, Haruna, I needed all of them"












