Black. (I)
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LOS PERSONAJES INTEGRANTES DE LA BANDA, ASÍ COMO SIMONE Y ANDREAS, NO SON MÍOS, SON PERSONAS REALES QUE TIENEN UNA VIDA APARTE TOTALMENTE DESCONOCIDA POR MÍ. LOS HECHOS QUE AQUÍ SE CUENTAN SON SOLO PRODUCTO DE MI IMAGINACIÓN (en teoría).
“Sometimes, life seems black or white. Sometimes you just fall in love with someone who lives too far away, who loves your best-friend, who is desperately wicked, or desperately attractive (which makes it tough for him/her to keep faithful), or simply… impossible.
How do you deal with that? You have no choice to be grey, you gotta be straight black or white. No colours you can see. No dreams to live, just life. It’s not that weird, is it? I mean, if there is a chance to get that man who is so damn impossible to get to someone like you, for some reason you have only two choices, getting him or not. There is no playground here. And you know whatever you choose will be bad, will break your heart so bad you will have to purchase a new one by the time it’s over. You will screw it. So either black and white are bad.
What to do when you’re colorblind? What to do when your heart will fall in love with him no matter what you think about it? What to do? Has anyone an answer?”
His mind went through this while he stared at his twin brother. He desperately loved him, in more than a brotherly way, and he knew there was no way he could tell him, for both’s sake. He had chosen black.
