Lu Bixing hummed, skipping with the beat of "𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟" 𝑏𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑛 5 blaring through his headphones, bright gaze enthusiastically took in the warm autumn evening. Lu Bixing had found himself a particularly quite neighbourhood nearby his college. The road that once used to be filled with noisy cars and rushing motorbike had quieten down in the recent few years, most people preferring to travel through the new main road constructed a few years prior or so the overly friendly aunty from next door had informed the young man.
The sun shone in the west, slowly travelling down in the far off horizon, warming Lu Bixing's form draped under a thin white t-shirt, both sides of the sidewalk were decorated with towering maple trees, proud and tall with their bodies filled with dancing red leaves.
Or so are they described in the books, or by his father and teachers, and friends, Lu Bixing never knew what red was like. He stopped in front of a large maple tree, admiring the rustling leaves in the breeze, a soft smile lit his eyes taking in the warm breeze carrying the sweetness of maple. He took a moment to appreciate the scenery around, the quiet neighbourhood certainly lived up to the rumours, not many people could be seen on the sidewalk, just a few old citizens taking a stroll or an evening run. He wondered, what colour are they wearing? Ah it was something he will never know. Or even if he did, what's the use?
After all for Lu Bixing, since the day he could remember, his world has only been a combination of black and white- dull and grey.
The green of the grass on the sidewalk, the blue in the autumn sky laden with different colours shed along the path of the setting sun or the red in those maple leaves fluttering with the hum of the teasing breeze, he has never seen them. Red, blue, green, yellow, brown......Colours. He was never able to see them. A world normal humans see, but for Lu Bixing, it was a world of fantasy he could never even imagine.
A world filled with colours, how delightful would that be.... he used to wonder before.
But now after surviving in a world of black and white since the day he was born, he has come to realise that he couldn't even imagine a world like that. So he gave up.
Lu Bixing used to feel bitter, so very bitter. Why does he have to be born like this? Why was he born an anomaly ? Why was only his world so bleak and dull? Why can't he see the colours everyone around could see? Did the god hate him? Bitterness ate away the later half of his childhood, and the first half of his teenage years, struggling to accept himself under the teasing of his peers and his own self loathing.
It took him awhile but now he can finally announce to the world that he is okay with this destiny. Living in this world for 20 years and counting, Lu Bixing has already come to accept this little fact about himself. Not to mention, why does him not seeing colours matters anyways? He was already so handsome after all.
Really, god is fair.
Looking back now, the tantrums he used to throw were pretty embarrassing. It was a wonder how his father, with that temper of his didn't beat this little troublemaker son up, calmly taking all the petty tempers his little son threw.
Lu Bixing chuckled, imagining the stoic face of his father when he came out to send his young son off to college; the old man had tried his hardest to feign composure but those swollen eyes of his from the crying he did the night before didn't help at all.
"Stupi-" Lu Bixing with his mind back home laughing at his dad's miserable look failed to notice someone rushing by. The other person too, seemed to have failed to observe the other, head bowed down, too busy tapping away on his phone.
The two strangers with their heads anywhere but on the road ahead..... slammed into each other.
At the sudden impact, both men, possessing figures taller than average, were sent flying under the power of inertia. Lu Bixing stumbled back by four steps nearly dropping the bag he has slung over his shoulder, the other man wasn't that lucky, he didn't fall but sadly dropped his phone with a loud 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑔.
