twenty one pilots imagines

Tyler-Technicolor

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"Can you see it now?" The doctor asked holding up a green card.

"Nothing."

"Now?" He held up a neon pink one.

"It's all just dull grey." Tyler answered pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It was worth another try Mr. Joseph, but it looks like this is never going to get better."

"I know, I guess I thought that if I came there would be some chance that I would be better."

"I'm sorry Mr. Joseph, if you go see my secretary outside we can set up another appointment for you." The doctor ushered him out of the examination room.

Tyler made his way through the small hall until he reached the front desk.

"Alright Mr. Joseph, would you like to schedule another appointment?" The nurse asked.

"No thank you, I would just like to pay my bill."

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Tyler felt like dying right there in the middle of the sidewalk, what was life anymore?

He couldn't see the beauty of anything around him, how would he be able to function?

A small sign a few feet in front of him caught his attention.

'Book Addict'

If Tyler was able to see colors he would've also noticed the beautiful shade of crimson on the letters, or the dark coffee colored wood. But instead all he saw was grey on top of grey. The words are what caught his attention.

He went inside the small shop and was instantly hit with the smell of roasted coffee, worn leather, and aging paper and ink.

"Hello!" A voice from the register greeted him, he turned to look at the owner of the voice.

A short girl with brown hair, and striking green eyes. He stared at her for a few seconds before realizing he saw color. Such beautiful deep color!

"Your hair!" He exclaimed. "It's-it's-I don't know what to say except that it's beautiful. And your eyes! They're so breathtaking."

She looked taken aback for a moment before blushing and smiling a little.

"I'm sorry, it's just, I've never seen such beautiful colors." He breathed shoving his hands deep into his pockets. Suddenly becoming very self conscious. "I've never seen colors at all to be honest."

"You haven't seen colors before?" She asked in pure wonder.

"Never, this is the first time." Tyler looked around and noticed all the colors of the shop. Deep neutrals cut through by pops of brighter colors.

"My name is Alayna." She put her hand out for him to shake, he grabbed it and excitedly shook it.

"I'm Tyler." He answered.

"So were you born with this?"

"As far as I know, yes. I thought it was permanent until now. I don't know what made it change." Tyler scratched the back of his head.

"Do you want to go out for dinner?" Alayna asked hesitantly.

"Sure, I'd like that." Tyler blushed a little.

"Alright, I'll get my jacket." She walked off, her hair swaying behind her.

He was seeing in technicolor brilliance, his brain almost not being able to process the flood of beauty around him.

"Maybe she's my soulmate." Tyler joked with himself.
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60 years later

"Grandpa, are you okay?" A blonde teenager asked.

Tyler's weathered face looked up from his lap, his eyes dull, his hair grey and almost gone completely.

"Never better dear." He said patting the girls hand on his shoulder.

He looked at their hands, the color slowly fading off.

"No." He whispered. Looking at the wall he could see the grey creeping in over the bright flowered wallpaper.

"Dad?" A middle aged woman entered the room. "It's mom, the doctor said she's gone."

Tyler choked on air, his eyes clouding with tears and the loss of color making everything 10 times blurrier.

"I want to see her, I want to see Alayna." He stood up and shuffled out of the room to his bedroom where Alayna lay in the bed.

Tyler stood in the doorway, frozen.

"My rainbow has faded." He whispered.
"The colors have died with my love."

Tyler sat down on the bed next to his wife of 58 years. "Goodbye beautiful." He kissed her forehead.

"Goodbye my rainbow."