UPDATE: This entry was the WINNER of this challenge!
Description: Your character is blind and has been their entire life. Have someone describe colors and objects to your character.
Word Minimum: 800
Colorless
The loud roar of the engine was the only warning Jill got before she was struggling to catch her breath as her body was pushed into the seat. She was immediately thankful for the invention of seatbelts. Never before had she felt so ecstatic: she felt a rush of energy that she couldn't recall ever feeling before. Her whole body was on fire. Beside her, Blake was screaming along with the roar of the engine.
The wind coming in from the open windows made her feel as if she was flying. This feeling of coming alive was a stark contrast to the darkness she saw before her. Never before in her life had she felt as if the world had so much to offer. The world had always been a dull place, even music had never been able to lift her to these heights. She must have been smiling because from beside her, she felt Blake grab her hand and hold it above her head with his own.
"Today, Jillian, I'm gonna show you my world!!," he screamed out again, yelling over the roar of the loud car. Soon after, she felt the car slow to a crawl, and then the road beneath her became rougher, with several bumps. They were on a gravel road. He continued driving down the gravel road until she felt him pull over to the side and turn off the car. She heard the slight squeal of leather as he shifted in his seat, and then he was there, kissing her ever so softly. The light brush of his lips felt strange on her electrified skin.
"Jillian," he began in a soft whisper, "you know that feeling you have right now? That's pure adrenaline running through your veins. It's like a high. It's what cars like these were made for." He ran a hand through her surely disheveled hair, and continued a little louder. "I know that you won't be able to really understand what I mean, but I want to show you the technicolored life around you. And that feeling you have right now? That pure energy and excitement? That's like... that's like the color yellow. It's bright, and full of light, and just pure vitality."
Trying to understand his meaning, she trusted him when he grabbed her hands and kissed them, and she followed his lead in stepping out of the car. The rocky gravel pushing into her feet beneath her flip-flops confirmed her earlier guess that they were no longer on pavement. When she felt Blake beside her again, she stopped and waited to see his next move.
Abruptly, he grabbed her hand and pulled it forward, placing it on the hood of the car. "You feel that? That warmth coming up? That's from the engine. That's pure power and strength. You know that yellow feeling I just talked about? This is kind of like that, only darker. It's like an orange. Which, ironically, is the color of this car. It's a mixture of that energy that I feel when I drive it, and a red hot powerful force."
After that she felt him turn her towards him, and soon she felt his lips on hers. That same spark as before, but slightly dulled now that the adrenaline was wearing off. But she appreciated all that he was doing for her, and she loved him more than she would ever care to admit. So she kissed him back. Hard. Immediately she felt his arms reach around her to grab her waist and pull her closer. Their kiss deepened, and then suddenly, he pulled away. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his heart.
"You feel that? The fast-paced beating of my heart? That's what red is. Its pure, raw, emotion. It's the feeling I get whenever I am close to you. It's the passion and draw that is pulling us closer. It's what's making me want to never let you go."
With that he kissed her again, but this time she let him pull her even closer to him. She wanted to feel this raw passion. He was setting her skin alight with his very touch. All of these things he was doing for her, wanting so badly to expand her world, and the push of adrenaline as he took her for a joy ride... it was so powerful. He had shown her three of his favorite 'colors,' as he called them. And so she wanted desperately to thank him, and to show him hers.
"Close your eyes," she began, "I want to show you my world for a little while." She placed her hand on his cheek, and felt him nod in agreement. "Focus. Focus on my hand on your skin. On how it feels with I touch you." Then she leaned in closer until her face almost touched his, "Feel my hot breath on your neck. This is what I feel when I am around you. Every nerve I have stands on end, and even though I don't have a color to describe it, or anything visual for that matter, I have a feeling that I want to spend my life trying to show you."
