FADE TO COLOR

Chapter 2~ Vibrant

~Cry/ Ryan's P.O.V~

I've always been told that color is not something to fear, but that it is as well. Seeing color means, you've found your soul mate, but... what happens if you see the color, and you don't notice it at first... Then, what happens of you don't know who it was? If you never see them again? 

Or if you do meet them, then one day while at work... Everything suddenly snaps back to gray? Telling you that... That they died? And you weren't there to help...  

God, just the thought made my stomach churn... 

Although, the idea and concept of the whole soulmate principal has always intrigued me. How were we designed so that we function like this? So that our eyes do not perceive color until meeting or having physical contact with your so-called 'soulmate.' Are we genetically modified this way? Or has the human body evolved enough for this to happen? 

I hummed softly to myself in thought as I hoisted myself onto a low, cobblestone wall that only rose to my hips. 

I loved this old area of town. the light, easy breeze that always passed through, the calm, quiet serenity of it all, the single, strong tall oak at the base of a small hill nearby. 

Fuck, even with simple a gray, monochrome color palate it was beautiful. 

And not to mention Russ lived near-by too, about a block away actually... Russ was an old friend of mine, and now even a co-worker. 

I know this sounds really fucking lame but, we work at an old dusty comic store that's been here for ages... it's been there for about forty years if I recall, much older than me or anyone in the crew. . 

I exhaled softly and looked to my side, seeing a single light gray oak leaf twitching on the pavement, seemingly holding on and trying not to be swept away with the slight breeze. 

I smiled slightly, and closed my eyes, just listening. Hearing nothing. Feeling nothing. And not wanting to either. 

Being alone was comforting to me... Being able to escape into my own thoughts and not having to care about anyone else's bullshit. In fact... I prefer being alone than with people... It just... Feels more comfortable. 

A sudden buzz from my pocket jolted me out of my state of calm, and I groaned, opening my eyes and pulling out my phone. 

2:00

Shit. If I didn't run I'd be late... 

I hopped down from the ledge and exhaled, running down the street as fast as my converse-clad feet would carry me.

Which luckily, was just fast enough.

I reached the old dusty comic book store and ran though the door, breathing heavily and doubling over. "I... Made it..."

"Heh. Hardly. You need to start waking up earlier, Ry." I heard Russ chuckle.

I looked up and flipped him off, "Oh shut up, you're one to talk."

He laughed and rolled his eyes. "Just go cover the register, idiot."

I smirked, "Fuck off..." Then I walked to the counter. Sighing amd running a hand through my hair and fixing my glasses.

Luckily today was a slow day. It was already four and only five people bought anything so... I didn't have to deal with people...

Fuck being an inrovert man. It sucks.

Just as I was ready to close up the register, a smaller male set a small stack of comics on the counter.

I smiled slightly and started ringing him up, "will this be all?" I asked, looking at him.

He looked up, then froze.

It took me a few moments to realize why.

His eyes...

Are blue...

Are different...

A soft ice blue... With lighter flecks of silver dotting them.

We stood there, our eyes locked and our jaws hanging open in astonishment.

"Your eyes... I found you..."