Synesthesia

Black (Josh)

A few months later I saw Chris and Savannah at dinner. I was with Brooklyn, about to head into the cafe where I first brought Christina. They were sitting towards the back, hands held in the middle of the table. My heart fav a little flutter, but that was all. I no longer saw the vibrant reds and blues like I did before, just faint colors, like a pastel painting. Brooklyn and I had started dating about a month after the breakup, and she didn't mind seeing Chris. She knew that we weren't ever going to get back together, and I did too. I still lived with Brendon so we went on double dates with Rachel every now and then, and sometimes we even went on group dates with Savannah and Chris.
We walked in, my hand wrapped around Brooklyn's. "Hey," Brooklyn smiled, her dimple like an adorable puncture in her face.
"Hi... What are you guys doing her?" Savannah laughed, trailing off at the end. Christina didn't mind being my friend, it would be very awkward if we had to see each other all the time and we were still bitter. Savannah, on the other hand, wasn't thrilled about having her girlfriend's ex around all the time, even if it was her twin.
"You can chill Sava, I'm not going to steal her back." Chris snickered and covered her mouth with her hand. We asked for a table near them and pulled the two tables together. Brooklyn was so different from Christina, but they got along pretty well. We had a good meal and when it was over we waved goodbye and headed back to the parking lot in opposite directions.
We left a few minutes after them, taking the long way over the bridge. It was about eight at night so the sun had already fallen, replaced by the moon.
"The sky was always my favorite love story," Brooklyn paused, "The sun loved the moon so much that he died every night to let her breathe." Brooklyn always found the beauty in things, even the simplest things. She could find a story in everyday objects, a love story is every aspect of life. I smiled faintly and took a moment to watch her, head tilted to the sky, absorbing the moonlight. She was engulfed in pale blue and I thought about that night that everything changed. Chris had sat just like that. Maybe I found Chris in Brooklyn, maybe I was trying to replace her. I didn't care though, I loved Brooklyn enough that it didn't matter. I looked back to the road and perused the mountains at the end of the road. Suddenly, everything flashed white and I jerked the wheel. White was followed by red, then yellow, then purple and blue and green. Images flashed through my mind. Chris shining in the light on the speckled beach. Chris picking a leaf off of a smooth green bush. Chris staring into the reflective blue water of the river. Finally, Chris kissing Savannah under the navy veil of night. I heard Brooklyn scream as my hands went limp and my eyes opened wide. A light shone in my eyes, but I knew it wasn't my mind. Brooklyn reached over and turned the wheel hurriedly, getting us out of the way. We pulled over on the side of the road and took a deep breath.
"Chris and Savannah got in a wreck."
"What? How do you know?" Brooklyn looked shocked and confused.
"I just do, okay? Call her for me. Make sure they're alright."
Brooklyn called Savannah and asked what had happened. Savannah said that some dumbass had swerved into their lane and they had run into a tree, but they weren't hurt.
Brooklyn turned back to me, "How'd you know something happened?"
I shook my head, trying to make sense of it myself. "I'm not sure."