Colours

prologue

*Dan*

When I was little, mummy told me about a concept that ran through our family. The whole world, at that.

"Mum, how do you know you're meant to be with someone forever?" I asked.

"Well," she began, "Dan, um..." she was struggling to try and explain. Suddenly, she picked up the vase of flowers.

"Dan, tell me, what color do you see in these flowers?" she asked me. I was confused as to what to say.

"Um, they're pink," I say, confused that she's asking me. Can she not see colors?

"Yes, Dan, but go into detail. What shade of color do you see?" She asks again.

"It's... It's like a... Like a dusty rose mixed with magenta, with a splash of regular pastel pink," I replied.

"Someday, Dan, you will meet someone with the ability to describe that color exactly the same as you while looking at the exact same object. See, not everyone sees the same color, except for two select people. That's how your father and I met. We both saw the same greeny-blue, mixed with some navy blue and mint green, as well as a yellow-orange tint in the horizon as the sun set. Sometimes, that can just be a coincidence. But we met up a few other times, and discovered we always saw the exact same colors. Once you experience that, you'll know it's forever," she explained.

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At the age of twelve, I'd met a girl. I thought she was cute, and she had the same interests as me. I started talking to her, and we clicked almost instantly. I knew that that wasn't enough to know if it was forever, so we decided to watch the sunset on a partially cloudy night, which would expose many colors.

She began asking what I saw, and I started explaining.

"It's like... the deep blue you see when in the middle of the ocean, with seafoam green mixed in..." I started.

"... and magenta and yellow-orange specks splattered onto the clouds..." she continued.

"... and on top of it all, the ever-so-slightest shade of lilac purple between the clouds and the horizon," we finished together.

That wasn't the first time we'd described the color of something together, and that was the moment I knew she was the one. I'd loved her, and then I knew, she was my soulmate.

Then it happened.

Four years later, the girl I loved, the one I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with, was trying her hardest to battle through her last days.

It'd been six days since that car came out of nowhere. She was unconscious for three days, barely alive, and she wasn't any better when she woke up.

I had hoped she would get better, crying myself to sleep, begging for her wellness.

It didn't work. After seven days of her fighting, she passed. I had lost my soulmate.

I chose to forget her name. Remembering just hurt too much.

I'd lost my once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Or so I thought.

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A/N: Hey! Sorry if this seems too long, first time writing and I'm not good at keeping things very short. Oops.

Hope you all like it! Comment and vote if you want me to continue it?