I watched him from across the cafè. It's so hard to mend a broken soul. He flipped the pages of the old novella so delicately. Such a delicate person cannot be with someone so broken. His gentle touch leaving traces of his existence everywhere he goes. His scent travels with him. He leaves a trail of color like no other I have seen before. A color you would stain until it is not able to be classified as the same color anymore. ___________ Some people see the world differently than others, and this is just the case for Y/n. Broken and schizophrenic, Y/n goes on a journey of self-discovery, leaving everything known to be true behind. But what will happen when schizophrenia catches up? Will it ruin and destroy everything they've come to know? Will it demolish a relationship between the only person who understands?