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[story includes drastic time skips and lack of description]
we lived in a black and white world, there was the void of all colour and the absence of all colour.
but i was told a story once. a story that had been passed on from person to person throughout the years, one that never failed to catch my attention. the story stated that when you met your soul mate, the world would become colourful. it'd start subtle, with maybe a flower or a strand of grass, nothing too noticeable. it'd progress from there, and soon enough then world would be bustling with bright and vibrant colours. but if your soul mate were to die, everything would go back to normal.
i had always wondered when i would meet my soul mate, or perhaps i already had and i hadn't noticed. that was unlikely, every time i'd talk to somebody i always found myself searching for anything other than black and white and various shades of grey.
my aunt was in love. she claimed to have seen colours among colours and couldn't describe them using any word other than astonishing. uncle ray had passed away a while ago, but every time my aunt spoke about the colours, she got so happy. she said the best part about being in love was getting to share the new shades with somebody else.
my parents never got that experience, they're world remained black and white regardless of them being in love. they weren't meant for each other, but they stay together just for the sake of they're happiness.
i want to find my happiness.
