My whole life, I've been completely blind. All I see are shades of grey and black. People have tried describing colors to me, but it's useless. It doesn't work. They don't understand what it's like.
Often people have suggested glasses that show me color, but I don't want them. I'm fine with my world as it is, and I wish people would stop trying to help me.
I may have forgotten to introduce myself. Where are my manners? I'm Thomas, a 24-year-old. I attend my local community college, majoring in finance. I want to be a business owner.
I walk through the pale and busy sidewalks of London, pulling out my umbrella as it starts to drizzle. I let out a dramatic sigh, watching my breath cloud up in the chilly air. I couldn't help but smile. Rain is my favorite weather, because rain is clear. Rain doesn't have color. Everyone sees it the same. Everyone feels it the same. It is one of the few static things in our world that everyone knows.
When I get to the place I want to be, the public library, I look at the doors before pulling them open. The warm atmosphere seemed to take a weight off my shoulders instantly as I stepped in. I wipe my boots on the mat as an older woman speaks from the front desk.
"G'day Thomas!"
I look up at the woman. Sherry. She was a kind grandmother of three, and had enough love to give to the whole world. She was one of the few people I enjoyed talking to. She tells me if I don't stop being antisocial, I'll have an even more lonely life than I do now. I don't care.
"Hello Sherry." I respond calmly, giving her a small smile. She returns with her warm grin, motioning me over to her. I walk over, leaning on the desk. "How's your day going?"
"It's great! A bit rainy but that doesn't stop work, now does it?" She smiles in satisfaction as I chuckle and shake my head. "Anyways, I have a new intern! Want to meet her?"
I immediately get uncomfortable at the thought of meeting someone else. I stand upright. "I'm sorry but n-" before I could finish my rejection, a young woman, about mid twenties, walks out of the back room to Sherry.
What I saw, made my heart stop. She wasn't like most people. Yeah, she was beautiful but that's not what I saw. She had long, auburn hair, bright green eyes, and light freckles painted across her nose and cheeks. That's right. I see her in color. And she was beautiful.
"Earth to Thomas." Sherry waves a hand in front of my face, snapping me back to reality. I force a smile at the two of them. "This is Amanda." The intern waves at me. It took me a moment to wave back. I was wonderstruck. Sherry chuckles, knowing I was blown away by Amanda.
Why do I see her in color...?
