Found

Time.

Colour, am I a rainbow? What does that even mean? I don't see it. My world is grey, light grey, dark grey. The only colour visible to me are those green eyes. Why is he consuming my thoughts, why him? My thoughts consumed with nothing but his face. My mind replaying that scene, over and over. Colours, rainbows. All words disabiling my ability to sleep.

I turned over, my cotton quilt resting upon my tiny frame. I looked over at the alarm clock situated on the black bed side table holding my possessions, photographs, a lamp, a book. 06:25 am, I blinked turning onto my back. I rested my forearm upon my head, over my eyes. I can't sleep, maybe a bath might help. But my water isn't working. I'm going to have to use the public ones.

I sigh, throwing the covers to the side of my king sized bed. I stood up, glancing at a silver photoframe coated in flowers. A picture of a smiling family, happiness, love. Two parents a loving couple, holding their only daughter. They are the picture of happiness. The daughter had long blonde hair, salmon pink eyes, a wide smile. Me. I turn away, my only evidence of having a family. When my world was once filled with colour and life.

I walked around the laminate flooring, collecting various items of clothing of scattered boxes and pieces of funiture. I then grabbed a towel and toiletries, exiting the empty shell of a room. As empty as myself. I close the dark wooden door behind me. Number 4. I approached the lift pressing the golden button, the numbers decending down to my floor.  I looked around behind me, I have never really payed attention to the details around me, I didn't care.

My eyes scanned the hallway, a green carpet with red lining, as if someone had decorated for christmas but later decided they didn't want to take the decorations down. Take away the spirit and happiness. I looked along the walls, now just realising I wasn't alone. I had a neighbour. Number 3. I turn glancing back at the wooden door, it had an intregate design a gold plated handle to match the number nailed to the door. You can tell the owner payed attention to detail and cared for finer things in the world.

Just as the lift was approaching my floor, the golden door handle shifted downward. The rooms owner obviously awake. I watch quietly awaiting the mysterious stranger to appear.  Soon after the door open, he came out. The boy. The boy with beautiful green eyes and somewhat messy brown hair. The boy who I had sat next to on the other side of an invisible brick wall. The boy who sees me as a rainbow.  With some sort of shock I turn away, hoping he doesn't see me. I clutch my items against my chest as it feels heavy again. My heart is calling out, it hurts, it's too loud. A mechanism of screaming souls.

The lift finally opened, I quickly rush inside as if I were escaping a burning building. I press the close button hoping he wouldn't make an attempt to communicate with me. I breathed a sigh of relief as the silver steels gates to heaven began to close. They stop, reopen. Him. I stare at him once again, he hinted a smile. Kind and warm. He raised a hand waving at me as if we were old friends remeeting for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. "Good morning Monika, fancy seeing you here. I'm guessing you are my neighbour judging the floor you were on and the desperation you had to get in the lift." He let a chuckle rubbing the back of his neck. I indicated a small nod, my dull eyes looking down to my pale legs and tiny feet.

He's always there, when I do want to see him, when I don't want to see him. Time seems to stop when he's there as if were the last people in existance. Just us, us and the time we live in.