Yellow persecution.
"What can you tell me about yellow?" I ask him.
"Uh. I don't know. What can I tell you about yellow?" He says to me.
"Describe yellow." I tell him, and I feel him getting distressed and confused, maybe even angry with the question.
"I don't know how to describe a color without another. Nothing can describe yellow besides yellow."
He's pissed for sure.
"You're making it more difficult than it needs to be." I tell him honestly.
"Says someone who's never seen color." He snaps and then the mood changes. I know he feels bad because I feel his sad stare.
Usually I would be angry. Usually I'd give this ugly and bitter remark back, but I don't and it surprises me. Instead I laugh.
I laugh like it's the funniest thing I've ever heard. It's funny because he is right. It's funny because I will never see yellow. It's funny because I will never see any color ever.
It's funny because I can't accept the fact that I can't see.
"Why are you laughing!" He almost yells and I laugh harder. "You aren't supposed to be laughing! I said something awful to you!"
Slowly I unwind from laughing.
"Yes, you did say something bad, but you were honest. Almost no one I know is that honest. You tell it as it is and I appreciate it. Even if you didn't mean to say it." I tell him and he becomes less tense.
"I'm sorry." He says and there is sincerity in his voice.
"You're forgiven." I say and all tension between us is gone but it's awkward, but it's okay because I prefer sitting here and just taking in what is around me. I like that he still hasn't left.
We didn't talk the rest of the time.
I really don't even mind.
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Short StoryShe's been blind since birth, bitter since 13, and scared since she was 6. It's amazing what you can remember when you can't see. But then again, some things you would rather want not see anyways. Mature themes. Read at your own risk. BOOK ONE OF '...
