Eyes | Phan A/U

Prologue

Phil's POV

I remember the day I learned I was different.
That day, my grandmother executed the language and body language of someone that you would call happy. I call it Yellow. Her eyes were yellow. My grandfather hadn't been nearly as cheerful. His eyes were grey.
This day wasn't too long after my parents had died, so I can understand why he felt that way.
Anyways, I asked my grandmother, "Why are your eyes yellow?"
My grandfather said, "No, her eyes are blue."
I was perplexed. She didn't seem very blue. So I asked, "Why are your eyes grey?"
And he said, "They aren't. They're brown."
My grandfather then walked away, and my grandmother leaned closer to me and whispered, "Philly, you are very special. This power runs in the family, but very few have it. You can tell how people feel by looking at the color of their eyes."
As I was 6, I thought I was a superhero. I'm not. I try to be a normal human and not make eye contact with anyone.
I hope that someday, I can find someone that won't judge me, and I can make them feel Pink. That's the only think I remember about my mom.
Her eyes were pink. It must mean love.