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Color of the sky

Jeremwood
Word count: 3620
Chapters: 1

Almost 80% of the world's population has brown eyes. People are born unable to see shades of their soulmate's eye color, which means that almost 80% of the world's population cannot see any shades of brown. Until they touch their soulmate, that is. Once someone makes physical contact with their soulmate, the shades of the eye color become visible. People who's soulmates have an eye color besides brown are much more uncommon and are often considered to be unlucky, especially when the eye color is blue or green.

Jeremy was one of those unlucky people who's soulmate's eyes were blue. He couldn't see the color of a bluebird or a pair of simple blue jeans. He couldn't see the color of the ocean or the color of the sky. He tried to watch the sunset at the beach once, but all he could see was an array of oranges and pinks and yellows that just faded into gray, all stretching out above an ocean of more gray. He longed to see blue more than anything else.

Despite the fact that he was unable to see it, Jeremy loved blue. He would often buy blue clothes and even dyed his hair blue for a while. He was an artist and he constantly painted with blue, knowing that one day he might meet his soulmate and be able to see what his artwork actually looked like with all the shades it was currently missing.

His current painting was rather different than his usual almost grunge-like artwork. It was a watercolor of a single flower, floating alone in water. The flower was a pansy that was purple and orange, which were two of Jeremy's favorite colors to use. In fact, most of his artwork featured either blue or a mix of purple, orange, and yellow. It was somewhat of a theme within his art pieces.

Suddenly noticing he had been working for several hours in a row without paying attention to the time, Jeremy realized he should take a break. He stood up and stretched, then cleaned up the area around him just enough so that it wouldn't bother him later. He picked up his phone to send a quick message to Geoff letting him know he'll be by soon, then quickly changed into cleaner clothes and headed out the door.

Geoff was the owner of an art gallery in town, and occasionally Jeremy would convince him to put some of his pieces up. Currently, Jeremy had two pieces in the gallery, but they had been there for a while and he was starting to worry that Geoff was going to take them down soon due to no one showing any interest in buying them.

When Jeremy arrived at the gallery, he immediately spotted Geoff and headed in his direction. Geoff noticed him and gave a wave accompanied by a friendly smile. Jeremy smiled back as he approached the latter, a nervous feeling in his gut.

"How's my art doing?" he asked with an anxious laugh.

"Could be better," Geoff replied bluntly, "but I'll keep it up for a while longer just in case someone new pops in. You owe me, though."

"I know. Thank you so much. I really need the money right now," Jeremy muttered.

Geoff sighed and patted him on the shoulder, then suddenly perked up.

"Hey, someone is looking at one of your pieces! Why don't you go and talk to them?"

Jeremy turned to look toward where Geoff's gaze was and saw a tall attractive man with sandy hair. The man was standing in a relaxed pose with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, and his head was tilted curiously as he seemingly studied Jeremy's painting. Jeremy frowned and turned to look back at Geoff.

"Are you sure I should talk to him? Wouldn't it make him feel awkward if the artist of the painting he's judging right now suddenly popped up out of nowhere?" he said unsurely.

"Then just don't tell him you're the artist, dumbass. Also, you don't know that he's 'judging' it, so just calm down and stop being such a baby. Go talk to him," Geoff responded in an annoyed voice, then gave Jeremy a little shove toward the man by the painting.