(This short little tiddy is about what happens when two people see each other for the first time.)
There is a legend, long torn in the passage time, that declares that if one truly discovers their 'soul mate,' they will experience the world in a way only a select few can - colour. Mind, this was all hopeless fairytale. Something that one's mother would tell them before they were sent off to bed, stuffed animal in hand, wide-eyed in wonder. For the world that we live in is that of monochrome. There is no colour. No brightness to the land, unless you count the blinding white lights of the streetlamps in the night.
Early morning is a pale grey, midday is a solid grey, evening is a darker grey, and the night is pitch black. Those who know colour (How could they? The liars.) are said to be the victim of all sorts of odd lights. A couple that I'd heard throughout the years were blue, green, red, pink, the list goes on. They say that colours blend together. Fools. Only the greys blend in a way only greys can. The idea of colour is impossible. Soul mates don't exist. It's just something we tell ourselves at night to keep the bad dreams away.
I stared outside into the pouring rain. When the weather called for thunderstorms, they certainly were on their mark. I shifted positions on my bed, the darkness of the rain filling the void of my room. Anyone who went outside in this kind of a storm was an idiot. Hardly a car drove by, probably in a rush to desperately get to their homes before they crashed. I enjoyed watching such things. It somehow felt...calming.
I took a deep breath, watching the fog of my breath cloud the window. As I watched it ebb away, I noticed that something had caught my eye. There was a figure out there, wandering around in a hurry. They wore a raincoat that was being tossed around their body like paper. They wrapped their arms around themselves, and uttered out a cry.
"Help! Someone, please!" she cried out. She still rushed around, seeming desperate for anyone to hear her. "Please!" she begged again. It was a shame that she was stupid enough to go out there in the first place. It's none of my business to interfere with her. I closed my blinds, lying on my bed and closing my eyes.
I kept trying to drift to sleep, but I would always hear her cry.
"Help! Help!" she would say. How long had she been out there? She must be soaked, and cold...but I shouldn't get myself into something like that. The cries stopped. My eyes snapped open. I waited another moment, listening intently. In an instant, I threw the covers off myself and dashed down the hall, quickly throwing on a pair of shoes and bursting through the front door. She was right outside my window, so she had to be in the alley behind my house. I sprinted down the sidewalk, panting, head pounding, the rain smacking down on my face until I found her. Curled on the side of the road, her eyes hollow. She looked up when I came, and our eyes met.
And I felt something. No, not just that. I saw something, of which I was too blind to see before. Those eyes that looked at me were...well, they weren't grey, that was for sure. They were clear, but also a deep, ocean blue. I'd have to make note to visit the ocean to confirm my thoughts. I looked up and around me - and felt my heart skip a beat. Was this what they were all talking about? Colour? I didn't think it was real. It can't be. This is all one, stupid, confounded-
"Hi," she said shakily.
"Hey," I blinked, my eyes back on her. "Come with me. You can...stay at my house until the rain clears up." She was immobile.
"Why should I trust you?" she gave me a once-over. I breathed out a laugh.
"Don't you see? Up there, that tree. It's -"
"As boring and grey as all the others. What's your point?" I felt something inside me split in two. Everything slowed and I was looking at her with eyes of desperation.
"You don't see it?"
"See what? Look, I appreciate the offer, but I'll take my chances out here." A moment of silence passed. I felt so heartbroken that my limbs felt like lead.
"Where there are a million other men that would hurt you on a night like this?" I let that sit in the space between us. "My door will be unlocked. Come inside whenever." I promptly turned away from her and trotted away, my only thought being that I could curl up under my covers again and forget this night.
I didn't sleep. Even still, when the sun came up as normal, it was entirely different. Pinks blended with the pale blue of the sky, and the sun itself was a glowing ball that radiated the essence of colour upon the world. I was completely enthralled.
I couldn't sit there for long, however. My stomach had been growling for a while now, and I couldn't stand it for much longer. I stepped along the tiled floors, bags under my eyes and a weight in my chest. I was about to turn into the kitchen when I saw a figure on the couch. A yellow raincoat was hanging on my coat rack as well. So she came after all. I smiled to myself. Maybe there was hope. A chance that I could make her see the world as I saw it. In colour.
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