Blue
Blue doesn’t do loud. Doesn’t do small talk. Doesn’t do mornings before coffee, honestly. Headphones always on, face like it’s mildly unimpressed with the whole universe.
And yet — and yet — this is the one who remembers your coffee order, your bad day, the thing you said once and forgot about. Blue is proof that quiet isn’t cold. It’s just a different kind of loud.
Nobody talks to it before noon. A good bench. A perfectly silent room.
Small talk, surprise plans, loud group photos, being asked “what’s wrong?” when nothing is.
Parallel parking. Holding grudges with zero bitterness. Winning arguments it never voices out loud.
Re-watches the same comfort show instead of the important one everyone is talking about. Has seen it six times. Will deny this.
Overly specific playlists. People-watching without comment. Long solo walks. Minimalist packing.
Used to be the loud one. Something happened. Nobody asks.
