Imagine a world where no matter where you look everything is a dull black and white. People around you seem to see something you don't. You feel as though you've always lacked that certain zest of life. But as you'll soon come to discover, love may...
The hum of the generator fills up the empty halls, once filled with the daily commotion. I'm the last one in. Most of my coworkers have others they return to in the evening. I for one have nothing waiting for me. I wipe down the tables, the ketchup bottle catches my eye.
Earlier today, I noticed a couple was sitting in this booth. They both seemed dazzled by everything around them, they stared at that ketchup bottle for almost two minutes. It was the downright stupidest thing I've ever seen. What's so wonderful about a bottle of ketchup? What really is there to see?
I could never ask that question, even if I did I'm not so sure they would know how to answer. When I was young I'd ask the adults what it's like to fall in love. How can it change how you see the world. I never got a straight answer.
"It's something indescribable in words"
"The world is drowned in beauty"
"You'll understand when your older"
Well so much for 'older'. The years just keep passing by, and still not a single thing has changed. So why can't I come to accept that color is something I will never experience. Why do I still poison my mind with the idea of love. Look at me, I serve people food for a living, how could anyone fall in love with me.
Just then, a miracle happened.
I look up to see a tall man by the door, his hands cupped around his face looking inside. He had flannel and a leather jacket with dark jeans. He spotted me and waved. I look around the empty diner, then back at him. 'Me?' I mouth out pointing at myself. He nods and signals me to open the door. I walk over to the doors. what's he doing here at this hour? As soon as I open the doors he barges in.
"So sorry to be coming in at this hour, you're still open right?" he says turning back to me, already halfway in.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
We are definitely closed, we've been closed for almost an hour. But something in his eyes, something about the way they shined in the dim light. The calmness and patience in his voice. I just couldn't resist.
"Um y-yeah, what do you need?" I said hesitantly. Looking down at the floor, hands on my hips.
"Thanks buddy" he said looking around "You got any pie?"
Pie?? This man has come here this late at night for a piece of pie??
"Yeah... sure, take a seat"
"That's great, thanks uh..." he stares at me looking for a name tag. I've taken it off at this point, I was just about to leave. I get a little uncomfortable with him looking at me like that.
"It's Castiel" I tell him, looking away.
"Dean, Dean Winchester." he reaches out his hand. I ignore his handshake and scoot my way over to the counter. He puts his hand down and follows me.
"So Cas, can I call you Cas?" he says looking around. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could answer he started talking again. "What are you doing here this late at night anyways"
"I work here, why wouldn't I be here" I cut a piece of pie and put in on a plate.
"The question is.." I put the plate in front of him "What are you doing here?"
He smiles down at the pastry in front of him and grabs a piece.
"Just a..... a little late night craving I guess" he looks up at me across the counter, his mouth full.
We talked for what seemed like an hour. After he finished his pie he offered to help clean up. I of course refused, explaining its my job. After he stayed and talked to me while I finished cleaning up. I enjoyed his company. When time finally came to lock up and go home we both stood outside the locked doors of the diner.
"Well it's been fun Cas but.." he says, hands in his pockets.
"Wow already huh?" I say looking down again.
"Alright then" he says breaking the tension. "Goodnight Cas"
He walks into a black car in the driveway.
"G-Goodnight" I say as he drives away.
But there in the dark, through the windshield, I could've sworn I saw something. A little speck of light in his eyes I'd never seen before.
No no no, that couldn't have happened. It's probably just your head.
