We saw in black and white. Ever since I was a small child, I couldn't see color. I just figured it was because I was screwed up, but my mother told me that's how it was for everybody.
As I grew older many close friends exclaimed how they began seeing color when they touched the person they loved. They were happy, while I still saw in black and white. But no matter how many boys I touched, I only got shocked. I would hiss and apologize to the boy.
I began to be depressed. I felt like I was running out of time. Tears welled in my eyes as I fell onto the sand. How would I ever find the love of my life? Nothing has worked.
"Hey! Hey, you there!" I opened my eyes and turned towards the angelic voice. It appeared to be a woman. "I need help! I have no shelter." She finally got closer and held out a hand. "My name is Rey." She smiled.
My shaky hand reached up and touched her palm and the most amazing thing happened. . .
Color sprouted from our touch and tears fell down my cheeks. Her beautiful brown hair shined against the sun. Her beige clothing looked gorgeous on her. She had a shocked expression on her face as she stared at me.
And that was the beginning of a beautiful life together. . .
***Hey guys, so I think I'm going to end this book. I understand this imagine was short, and I'm sorry. But I hope you enjoyed the chapters I wrote.***
