Squish's Storybook

A World of Grey

           As I walked down the narrow street I looked up at the sky, studying the shades of grey that lay above me. I looked around at the trees, their leaves varying shades of grey as they begin to fall through the early autumn air.

          I smile as I watch a young girl with fair hair walking her dog down the street. Its near-white fur bouncing as it bounded across the pavement with the excitement of a little pup. I let out a gentle giggle as the girl tried to calm the pup's excitement, tugging the leash to keep it from pulling her over.

          I looked at the grass, its small, dark grey spindles curving in the wind. I bend down and lift a flower from the grass, it was a rose. Strangely out of place among the grass rather than in a bush with others.

          I returned to my walk and was nearly to my apartment when I saw him. His hair was a shade of... something... I've never seen before. His skin didn't look grey. He glances at me, his face covered in shock.

          Is this what it's really like? Is this what everybody has always said?

          I've had friends who claim to know someone who has seen the Colors, but I never thought it was true.

          I walk toward the man and we study each other for a moment, our eyes spending more than enough time looking over every Color and every shape. I bring my eyes up to his, tilting my chin up to look at his features more easily.

          "Hello," he says, timidly bringing his hand up to comb it through his messy hair. "My name's Sam. And you?"

          I smile and twist my fingers into the skirt of my dress. "Abigail." I say, but quickly add in a bit more. "But you can call me Abby, Abigail is a bit of a mouthful, I suppose." I pull my hands out of my dress and reach out with one to offer a handshake or something.

          He brings his hand to mine and shakes it, holding it firmly as he continues to study me. "Are you seeing them too? The Colors," he asks, leaning in a bit closer and hushing his voice to a whisper.

          I nod and smile, letting my arm fall to my side as he releases my hand. Seemingly without hesitation he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a tight embrace. "You know what they say about the ones who see them."

          Without a chance to respond he plants a gentle kiss to my lips and my arms find their way up and around his neck. He pulls away, but doesn't release me from our embrace. His face flushed red and he shyly pulled away from the embrace after a moment and began to apologize.

          "I know what they say," I say, quickly stopping his apologies in their tracks. "They say they're meant to be. That only few find the blessing of the colors, but when they do they've seen the one who they belong with."

          "So I guess that means... I guess that means we're... Uh...."

          "Meant to be." I finish for him, my lips curling into a smile. He follows suit and grins from ear to ear, bringing his hand to mine and folding his fingers into the gaps of mine.

          "Meant to be."

**I hope you liked that story! It was an idea I've had for a while, but I had never really figured out how I wanted to write it**