Colors

The shove

it was just a normal day. Nothing special had happened, just, normal. I was walking down the road to go to a meeting that I was nearly late for when I got shoved. "I'm so sorry," he spoke so sweetly I couldn't be angry, I looked at him, "it's alright." I looked up at him and all of a sudden, there was Green. His eyes grew, mine as well,  I'm sure. Our breathing becomes fast, My eyes water and I look over at him. Yellow and red. Those are the colors I fell in love with. "Do you see it too?" I asked him. "Yes" he smiled and hugged me. That day, I called into the meeting, telling about my newfound eyes, my new sight. Everyone congratulated me. 

It's been eight years. My love and I have been together eight years.

One day, I was on the way to meet up with my sister when, just like a switch, my color was gone. I inhaled a sharp breath, I began blinking away tears while trying to think of the conversation we had had before I left.

I'm meeting my sister, he's staying home. home. what could have happened there? I run as fast as I could, back to the house screaming for him, looking in all the rooms thoroughly, afraid to miss him. Not here.

Think.

He was going to stay home, might go out for food. Car is here, no where he could walk. Where is he?

stop sobbing, find him, fast.

Suddenly, for a brief moment, the color flashes. He's trying to fight. I bite my lip hard. Think.

Then, like a ton of bricks, I remember. I breathe a sharp breathe, a flashback. "I might try a bookstore." I rush out as fast as I could going right where I believed he was.

When we are so close to losing people, we pretend like it's just a bad dream, like when you get there, you'll see him, sitting down reading a book. Unfortunately, That was never the case. Color flashed through like lightning, so fast, if I would have blinked, I would have missed it. I ran inside only to be pushed back. Screaming out about how the color isn't gone yet, not yet.  Sympathy was given and you were let through. Letting out a breathe, there he was.

Yellow was always a beautiful color, especially on him. His favorite was red, he said it reminded him of when the sun is just beginning to rise, the start of a new day, new chances. I never hated Yellow and red, they mixed perfectly with him, but on that day, I never hated it more. 

Just like that, my color was no more.