Azure
No-one knew why Hallie loved to paint. It started at a young age; she painted swirls and wavy lines on the walls and the doors and the windows and then she got a little bit older and she painted onto paper instead. Then when she was 13, all her dreams came true and she got some canvases and an easel for her birthday. It's not like it was hereditary, neither of her parents could draw a straight line, let alone paint flowers and people and sunsets. But Hallie loved it more than herself so they left her be to paint and dream. Her favourite colour was blue. She loved the ocean and the sky and the night and blue eyes and diamonds. Her walls were blue, her shoes were blue, her nails were blue. She loved blue and every shade in between. Today, she was in her room and she was painting azure flowers, with their tiny stalks and dainty blue petals and the shades of yellow and black in the middle. She was very content with herself and lost in her art; until some decided to open the doo