He remembered the colors more vividly than her.
The colors disappeared when he was 20. He had hair as bright as a bonfire and skin as pale as moonlight. His eyes were a forest the day after a thunderstorm. He wore dark clothes, all except for his bright socks. He was mysterious and quiet.
He loved the color of light shining through leaves.
He met her the year the colors faded. In a place he shouldn't have been, painting colors he shouldn't have painted. The wrong place for her to be in at the right time. An instant connection, rare in this world of perpetual motion, slow down for an instant and your life can be changed.
He lived in a small, drab apartment, in a bad part of town. Top to bottom grey, trashed with clothes and wrappers. They hadn't talked in years, but he could picture her as clearly as if she was standing right there. He could hear her soft, whispery voice and her light laugh. He missed her more than he missed color.
It was raining, the clouds cried their weight away, strikes of light danced across the afternoon sky. Trails of water streaked down the window to his right. The clouds wailed, shaking him to his core.
He stretched his hands and played a forgotten tune on an ancient piano. His worn and wrinkled hands flickered over the keys, lightly pressing each key. He was far too old to do much but think and play. He pondered over a question that was burned into his brain: what caused the colors to disappear?
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Short chapter, but now that I've set the cast for this story the real plot can begin. The characters won't have names, or a ton of description except their color. I hope you use your imagination to create the characters.
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Color
General Fiction*cover art is mine don't steal (jk no one will steal that shit)* A world without color. Color that faded into inexistence.
