The landscapes were gloomy just like always, Mac knows the society she was born into, that she needed to wait till she met the one and touch them to see colors. She was starting to give up on hope. She was becoming ok with the idea of never finding her one.
As she stuck in her thought, she felt a hand grip her shoulder lightly. As she turned to see to yell at whoever touched her. She felt a combustor of colors filling her sight,seeing the green hints of the trees swaying behind him, the brown tinted sand that touched her feet, to the light blue tints of the sky above.
She could see a hint of understanding between her and Levi as they became more engrained deeper into the colorful world around them.
