Colours

Hi guys, it's me. Jessie. I know you're all disappointed that I haven't posted any stuff lately, and I do apologize. I'm attempting a new style of writing so bear with me. Though, I personally think this has the best of my writing skills. It's nothing really humourous.

Dedicated to Evelyn because I love her. The protagonist is loosely based on her in my opininion, because I've realized that my subsoncious was making my main character a person that I know of. I'm sure that this is not how Evelyn is like. Not by a long shot. Anyway, please enjoy.

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I could finally see you that day.

Only that I realized I could see you long before I could even see - long before I opened my eyes to this shocking, vivid world, splashed with different colours and shades. Even now, I see faint glows around strangers, changing vibrantly with their ever-altering moods.

In fact, they are like the colours themselves - expressing their thoughts more than what's probably good for them.

I'm still comfortable with those paler shades - lilac, sunset orange, and that blandest shade of green. For all my life, I have been hidden in a dark black hole, unseeing to the rest of the world. I've been more fascinated about it than you could ever imagine, but now my wish is granted and I'm scared.

Their colours contrast to the monochromaticity of mine. Some are friendly, some are haunting. Either way, it scares me.

And there are more colours and hues in the world than you can possibly count, you know.

I imagined you to be the most vibrant of them, the most eccentric and dauntless. Possibly the electric blue or neon green that pierces my eyes, because I don't think you want to be described as that silly shade of hot pink the other girls adore.

But you weren't. That day, you were wearing a shirt of that palest shade of green. You had fair skin, and that tousled brown hair flopping on your forehead, a colour so warm but subtle.

You were just like those pastel sketches I make nowadays in silence. They remind me of you, so I enjoy losing myself in their powdered quietness.

We sat on those rickety swings and I dreamed of the dreams that happened in my head. When I close my eyes, they're still there, drawing wonderful brushstrokes of colour in the black world. Now, I can see it all around me.

It isn't as wonderful as I thought it would be.

As much as I have tried to dream behind my eyelids, those swings were always making their awful noises. Eventually, I stopped swinging - you did too, noticing the wince on my face - and quietly listened to your explanation of what colours looked like.

That day, you didn't know I could finally see - that I could finally see those colours.

You were the one that lived and breathed in my mind, the one with the most memorable impression while the others were hazily outlined. They were the shadow show. You were the one that stepped out of the curtain.

I'd like to think I knew you best, but that would be a lie - the only thing more confusing than colours in my life was you, Tris.

You with your arrogance and lack of patience, but you again with your gentility and unwavering faith in me.

The one who was in my mind, comforting me in my darkest hour was you. The presence of you in my head blends with my thoughts, free and very much unraveled compared to the practicality of this shockingly vivid world.

It's funny how I can trick myself into believing that you only exist in my thoughts at times, because then I always sit up with a start when I realize that you were a real person - very much alive - just like what's happening right now.

You're standing here on the sandy playground, your arms around me. There's a strange kind of warmth about you.

And I wonder if you think these things. Did you see me in your head? Was I the most vivid one?

Or could you see at all?

All those questions take me back to that Summer of 2012.

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This is the prologue. Hope you enjoyed it. Please please please vote if you like it. Opinions on my new writing style are more than welcome. -Jessie.