Angel had no idea why he'd been given a flower, it was as plain as any other. But when he finally held it in his hand, it turned into something else.
It reminded him of that time Leo told him about a certain color...he forgot which one it was. But it reminded him of something fun and free, sunny and playful. What words had he used to describe it? It was...an amusement park. And something about a dog. It made sense. The gears turning in his mind clicked and what he saw in this flower could only be described as a very dull and very sudden flash of...yellow.
Could he have really seen...yellow? That's what it had to be, those words that Leo would use to describe yellow, that's what he saw, what he felt in this flower. He wanted the yellow back, he wanted to hold it close to his heart and treasure it.
Leaving the flower in his room, he found Leo somewhere in the kitchen.
"I have a question."
"Yes?"
"I know you once told me about a color named yellow..." Angel noticed that Leo's eyebrows furrowed and his face scrunched up, as if he just smelled something foul. "And I was wondering, if maybe, you could say something about it again?"
He didn't seem as eager as he usually was. Angel found that strange, among many other strange things that were happening lately.
"Ah, it's warm. But...dizzy. Like champagne. It's like the sparkle in someone's eye or a picnic on a summer day. Or... You remember that one time you brought that girl over? What was her name...Mindy? Mandy? Well, you guys went out to eat at a fancy restaurant on a roof and got so drunk on the classy wines and precious talk that I had to pick you guys up? And you would not stop chattering the whole ride home...then when we got home, you guys thought that there was a huge rave going on at our apartment and started dancing for absolutely no reason?"
"Well, yeah...but our 'breakup' was really...bitter."
"My point exactly."
"I see."
And Angel did see. He saw that yellow in that grey flower, he knew it was hidden in the pigment of the wilting petals. And he threw it away.
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Tempestuous
Short StorySometimes you feel gray, empty and numb and dull. And sometimes you feel red, bold and anxious and full of emotion. Too bad they're both terrible. What would the world be like if you only saw in black and white, and as soon as you meet your soulm...
