A low hum

Once upon a time, There was a girl with a heartless soul. <PERSON> gave her beauty, intelligence, a good family... everything except love. This 'almost' perfect girl with a pretty smile had a grey monotone mind that disgusted other people. One day, She got sick of her family, staring her like a monster, So she ran away. Promising herself, 'I will never return home.' It was a time when a yellow field filled with dusk While watching this gorgeous scenery, She hums her favorite tune in a carefree mood. A girl who carries nothing, .worries nothing. Even the weather seems to praise her freedom. A wind filled with spring moist carries a few petals to her cheeks, <PERSON> tickled her fingertips; she made a crown with white and pink cosmos. Like a dapple on a white cloth, There is another presence in this picturesque scenery. He is the one who calls himself God, whose infinite power cost him to be partially colour blind. He cannot sense red. For God, the gloomy world is full of dark things; green, blue and black. Ironically his favourite moment of the day Is a twilight when everything flickers with red. Even a poisonous snake looks gorgeous as a part of the scene. For God who views only cold things, a time that seems to embrace every nature, Gives enormous relaxation that washes all tiredness piled throughout a day. The magic happens only once every day, So he puts an extreme value to this time. It was like every other day, Drinking a sourish sweet chamomile and enjoying warmth of the time. Then he sees. A girl with a white one-piece colored with orange dusk, <PERSON> skipping and humming at the same time. She has the 'complete' colour, including red, to decorate her beauty. Her curly hair with red light bounces with her footsteps. She was . as if . caught in the magic. of dusk. Her fair baby-like skin has this attractive, warm light; glowing. It was the colour God had never seen in his zillion years. It is warm... Beautiful... If there is a goddess, that MUST be her. Just in that instant, he falls in love with her. She is mine. Her special heartless soul did not matter to the special God. He can see it; wide and clear. A chocolate coloured sound, beating with soft sugary emotions, A red passion that God becomes so attached. Without her knowing, She became 'extremely' valuable to God. The God smiled like a fragmented moon and wooed to a trembling girl, who is to become his... ...Lover. You may harm the others But if you ever dare harming 'me' I will. Kill you.