Colour Blind ✓

A/N: This is my entry for the #loveshot Hook, Line & Twitter challenge for @Wattpad_Romance (UPDATE: I won first place. I'm still speechless) I do hope you guys like it! Don't forget to vote and drop me a comment if you do!

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EDIT: 20/06/15 - P.S. This story has now been edited based on comments and feedback - I hope it reads better now! =) <3

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COLOUR BLIND

Twenty-two years, and the first colour I see is blue.

The amazing fact doesn't register at first; I'm staring at the stranger sitting on the opposite aisle of the train by the window and I'm thinking, wow, he's got the most beautiful blue eyes. They're so blue they make my heart skip a beat in my chest and my lips part with wonder, my breathing slightly accelerating. I think a little cheesily, that those blue eyes might actually be the most beautiful colour I've ever seen.

I know I'm blushing as I keep glancing his way, my heart beat going haywire underneath my ribcage. God, how can someone's eyes be so blue? I wonder in amazement, staring at him and feeling starstruck. He's currently laughing and playing with a huge Labrador clothed in a sweater. With the angles and seats in front of the dog, I can't really see what's written on the sweater it's wearing.

Wait.

Oh my God, his eyes are blue.

His eyes are freaking blue. I can see in colour.

I glance back at him in shock. The world around him is still black and white, and his bright blue eyes look so sharp in contrast to the dull grey-toned surroundings. They seem to pop out of the scene like a weird anomaly. The longer I keep staring, more colour bleeds into the picture before me.

First it's his hair – from a dull dark grey turns into a healthy dark brown. His face becomes paler, then richer, until colour bleeds into his skin in a lovely shade of tanned brown, his cheeks flushed, and lips full and rose pink.

The train stops and I'm too shocked to move. I watch, frozen in my seat as the guy quickly gets up, cooing at his dog and whispering something. The dog lets out one single bark, then they both make their way out of the train, the dog in front, the beautiful stranger taking all the colour right with him.

Without thinking, I'm on my feet and I'm trying to run after him. I barely make it half-way down the aisle when the next throng of people are shoving their way in because of the rush hour. The doors close, and I feel a disappointment so crushing, I lose the strength in my legs and collapse into a seat.

I look out the windows, trying to find his mop of slightly curly dark hair but he's gone. And for a brief second, the once white and black world has a tint of blue.

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I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about him.

Colour fades for most people at the age of six, at the latest seven. It's more than a little frightening seeing the colour slowly disappear from the world as you grow up, until all that's left is black and white. People only resume seeing colour again when they meet their soulmates.

According to fate, people normally meet their first soulmates very early in life, some as young as sixteen, eighteen being the popular age. I would see couples talking about how lovely the colours were in Autumn, the reds and browns and golds, or how green and yellow it was in summer, and they made everyone else who didn't have a soulmate yet feel like they were missing something. I absolutely hated that.