colors → lrh

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After what I had realized was a dream, I had told Mrs. Gen about it and she was thrilled about the new colors coming to my eyes. I left out the part about Luke being the boy in my dream though. I mean, I don't even know who he is. But I can tell he's special.

I was now smoking a blunt outside of the therapy building, trying to understand why I see these colors now and not ever in the past. Smoking is the only way to get me happy, to give me the feeling of being high off of life. I puffed out a gray cloud of smoke in the pale blue sky and sighed.

What if Luke can help me see more? I mean that's what he did in my dream. And lilac. There nothing like I imagined it. But in my world at least, dreams barely come true.

Just then I dropped my cigarette to hold my head from an agonizing pain. Great another migraine.

The sky got darker as it began to swallow the light gray around me and it turned into a darker gray. But the sky had a human like figure? No.

I looked up and saw it wasn't the sky who swallowed me up. It was the boys shadow. Luke's shadow.

For a second we intensely stared curiously at each other. I'm genuinely a awkward person so this interaction was bound to go down in flames. My mouth wanted to say something to him but it never gaped open. "Hey, Jessica right?" He flashed a small smile and chewed on his dark lip ring. Thank god he started the conversation.

"Yeah. Um, Luke right?" I mocked his obvious question. But what am I supposed to say? Hey, you made me pass out and introduced colors to me I've never seen in my life, go you.

"That's me," he stated proudly. "So are you okay? I heard about you're...condition." God how I hate the pity.

"Yeah I feel fine now. Thanks for helping me out back there though." I pointed back inside the building.

"Its no problem. It's my job." He showed me a name tag that said, 'Mr. Hemmings, intern.'

"But you're an intern." I raised my eyebrows up at him.

"Hey! It still counts as a job," he playfully argued back. "Except I don't get paid."

I chuckled and got focused on his eyes yet again.

"So, what's it like?" He crossed his arms, expecting a answer right on the spot.

"What do you mean?"

"Whats it like to be colorblind?"

I sighed. "Everything is blue. But somethings are gray. And since I've seen you, I've been loving this new lilac color you've showed me."