Chapter 1

"What is this? Why can I see everything?Is it all because of you?"

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Like a little bird that can't fly, I'm just like that bird. While that bird is trying to rule the territory without its wings working, I'm trying to paint beautiful things without color. Because I'm a color-blind man, I only see black and white in my life. Sometimes, I don't know the color of the clothes I'm wearing.

Do you know? There is a sentence that often makes me want to laugh at it. "Why is his face purple and green?".

To be honest, I don't know why his face is that color either.

Because I just paint and use my feelings to make the painting look real.

In addition to the colorblind painter, the painting I made was a plus for them. Because what they thought when they saw my painting was, messy colors but a very beautiful picture. That was an encouragement for me who had many shortcomings.

In a small room that is quite cozy, there are many scattered brushes and spilled paint. Sometimes I forget to clean up my things after I finish painting. If my mother sees this room, she will definitely shake her head and leave me. Even so, my mother really likes my work and supports this hobby.

Because, my father was a great painter in his time. My father had created many works that my mother fell in love with. That's why, my mother was so happy when I turned out to like painting, and had a job making beautiful works like my father's.

Wait. Deceased? Is my father dead? Yes.

He passed away when I was 15 years old, in a single accident on his way home from work at the art museum.