Synesthesia

If society saw love as pink, Rima saw it as black. And if February was velvet-red, it was blood-red for Rima. Love, Valentine's Day, all of it- it was hell for Rima. So on February 6th when she turns sixteen, she expects the same results: lack of presents, lack of cake, little acknowledgment from her parents. However, things don't go quite as expected on her birthday. One-Shot!