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V

"Liz?" I asked.
"Yes, darling?"
"The dream... i-it was in colour."
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"What do you mean it was in colour?" she had a confused look on her face and a hint of worry in her eyes.

"It may have been important to mention, but I didn't bother telling anyone since I was afraid it would make you see me as less of a person..." my voice trailed and got weaker as more and more words that seemed like nonsense came out of my mouth.

"I have achromatopisa." I waited a few seconds to see if she knew what it was, to save me some breath and not to have to explain it. I mean, she was some kind of doctor and all.

She titled her head, signalling confusion as most people did when I mention my condition. I sighed in annoyance, and she looked at me apologetically.

"It means I see completely in black and white. It sucks, honestly. My world is a boring black and white movie... but that dream i-it was in full colour for a small moment." She stared at me with a look of what seemed like shock, but I could have interpreted it wrong. I ignored her, and continued.

"The boy in my dream was one who I ran into on the very first day of school. I felt something when I'm around him and when I bumped into him. I couldn't find out why, and I'm sorry for how clichè this sounds, but it felt like we were meant for each other. It felt as if he had what I needed and I had what he desired. I tried to push it away but it never worked. But now... now I think I know why I felt that way. I think he's able to make me see in colour."

Liz nodded and I took a breath, ready to continue my complicated theory.

"That dream was in black and white at first, as it always was, but the moment I saw him it transformed into colours. I didn't mention it when I first told you about the dream because I was still so shocked. Colours; they're so beautiful. Every shade has a different feel to it. I only saw about three colours that I could make out before I was pulled away from him, and then it all went back to black and white. I need to find out where he is and see if he really does make me see colour, even in real life. What I don't understand, though, is that - if he can make me see colours, why hadn't I seen anything the day I ran into him? In my dream I only had to be close to him and he had the full effect on me. What if this was all just a stupid dream and I just have the hots for this guy and that's why I'm drawn to him, not because he makes me see colour!"

I was breathing aggressively now and felt like I was on the edge of having a panic attack. I felt Liz's cold hand on my bare shoulder as I synced my breathing with the rate of her pulse. I was calm now. Although I wasn't sure if she even had kids or a husband, but she had a motherly instinct that helped calm me down when I was upset.

Liz looked at me and softly spoke for the first time in awhile. "I don't want you to lower your hopes or anything, but if it all just is a dream it'll still all be okay, alright? I want to help you, Melia. I am already so invested and intrigued by you and I vow to take care of you and if that means finding a cure for your condition, so be it. But in the mean time, I think you need to get out of this cold room and socialize."

I groaned at the word socialize but allowed her to take my hand and drag me out of my room.
She directed me to the game room, which didn't seem very entertaining but was probably better than the room I was given. I scanned the room for anyone my age. Liz was right, I was probably going to be here awhile and making some social connections, or maybe even a friend, would be nice and possibly keep me sane.