Found

Him.

It's been a few weeks since I encountered the boy. We haven't made contact, an effort to communicate with one another. Who is he? What's his name, do I want to know his name? Does it really matter to me? These thoughts drowned every other fibre in my head. Since we met there's been this heavy feeling in my chest. As if my emotion had been revived, now searching for some glimpse of freedom. Trying to escape the empty chamber of my soul. However, these emotions are locked away, deep, deep down, they may never see the light of day again.

The bell rang, I shook my head now aware of the empty classroom, an empty classroom with just him and I. I realised we were both entranced in the ocean of happiness we cannot baptise ourselves in. Our thoughts dragging us to the somewhere we cannot escape. My eyes drift along with the movement of my body to look at him.

I was met with a pair of eyes, closely observing me as if I were some historical artwork. He had been seemingly staring at me for a while, analysing my blank face. I looked back at him, his green eyes sparkled in the last glimpses of sunlight of the cold day, his messy brown hair blowing in the cold breeze. He blinked, turning again his eyes aligning the single file of wooden desks leading to the front of the classroom. Hesitantly opening his mouth he begins to ask me a question.

"If you were a colour, what would you be?" His gaze shifted back onto my face, he placed his thumb on his lips. "Grey." I quickly respond in my monotone voice, collecting my backpack from the hook on the framework of my desk. I then stood swinging it on my back, old keychains clasped against one another. The only other noise other than the sounds of wind blowing the charms of hope and dreams our peers had hung on the ceiling. Not wishing to extange meaningless words further. I face away, preparing the leave the building.

A hand grasped my arm, warm and firm. Something pleading with me to stay. It was him. He wanted me to stay. Him. Before I could turn to look at him he spoke again, "Then, how come you shine so bright to me? You're colourful, a rainbow." I paused, my small fists gripping the straps of my backpack away from his grip. My only indication of a reply, a cold shrug.

I begin to set off again, I didn't have a reply. I didn't know why, what to say. I left him stood there in the empty classroom, accompanied only by the gentle sounds of wind chimes and the twilight scenery beyond the windows.
My world is grey, I am grey. Nothing shines, nothing but his eyes at least.