Colours

Chapter 1

Colours

In this writing thing, it's a world where you only see black and white until you meet your soulmate, then you see colours. But when your soulmate dies, you go back to having black and white vision. Basically it's a tumble prompt.

I'll be writing this as three different people. Enjoy!

Trying to keep a stable job at not completely lose your mind at the age of 24 was hard. Doing it alone with nobody helping you? Next to impossible.

People tell me that life is amazing. "There's beauty all around us!" I hear. "Just open your eyes!" They seem to have forgotten what life was like. After all, they get to see colour every day.

I live in a place where people are born with black and white vision, kind of like what you see playing as an old movie. You keep this black and white vision until you meet your soulmate, and then you can see colours. The only problem is when your soulmate dies, you go back to black and white colour vision.

I've still been waiting for my soulmate.

I know people who have colour vision. It must be perfect. You get to enjoy the world how it's supposed to be enjoyed. I'm stuck seeing everything as if it was old. A hand me down from someone that didn't want it.

What's scarier is that there are people who were born with colour vision. It usually happens when they look at the doctor for the first time. Even though it's scary and rare, it happens.

The sad part of this world is the people who die with black and white vision. This could happen if their soulmate dies before they met them, or if they just never met. It's cruel and sad, but it happens.

Maybe I should stop bitching about the world and just continue.

I worked at an average paying job. I was to sit at a desk every day and write columns for this blogging website. It was something we planned to open up to high schools and educate them about how they'll one day have colour vision. On certain days, and if my boss was paying enough, I was to pretend like I had colour vision and write about how amazing it was. I wish that was my life.

Let me just tell you my story. This intro to me has taken long enough.

I pulled up at work and parked my Chevrolet. I rummaged through my bag for a minute, making sure I had my lunch. I've forgotten it countless times.

I adjust the collar of my shirt. It's apparently blue. From all the nice things I've heard about it, it must be really great.

I slam the door and start to walk inside. "Andrew!" I hear my name being called. I turn to see my best friend, Chase, running up to me.

"What do you want, Chase?" I say, annoyed. I haven't had my coffee yet, so I'm just hoping I can get inside.

"T- the boss! He might give you a raise!" Chase says, exasperated.

"Why would he do that?" I ask.

"He liked your last column. He says it was really believe able." Chase says in between breaths. Man, he was out of shape.

My last column? I was not proud of that one. I had to pretend like I was a gay high- schooler explaining about how much he loved his boyfriend. Personally, I am straight. I don't have anything wrong with gay people, my boss himself if gay. I just didn't enjoy writing about something that I'm not.

The wheels turned in my head at that thought. 'The boss likes it because he's gay.' I'm sure he would have enjoyed reading something like that when he was in high school.

"That's great, Chase. Can I just go get some coffee?" Chase nods, and he follows quickly behind me into the front door.

"Did you hear that we're getting a new co worker tomorrow?" He says.

I shake my head. "How do you know about all this stuff and I don't?"

Chase chuckles. "I ask people. It isn't so hard." I roll my eyes. 'It isn't hard for you because you like people.' Of course I don't say that, but I wanted to.

"No. Not at all."

...

I took a walk when I got home from work. Seeing all of the joyous people around me usually brightened my colourless day.

There's a little girl walking beside me, no more than ten.

"Mommy!" She starts yelling. "Somethings glowing!"

The mother, breathless, picks up her daughter in pure joy. They run off in the direction of the glowing thing.

I don't think I mentioned this. When you are about to meet your soulmate, the outline of their form is glowing. That makes them stand out from everyone else.

People all around start to cheer for this little girl. She's meeting her soulmate, for Christ sakes. I'm glad. Children deserve happiness, too.

...

I arrived home late that evening. Plopping down on the couch, I picked up a book and started to read.

It was about some teenager that could do magic. He seemed to have a great life.

It took me a couple of hours, but eventually I fell asleep.

I dreamt of meeting my soulmate. If living a colourful life.

But I had lost hope of that long ago.