I'll swear that I'll always paint you Golden Days {Ryden}

-one-

The sky was something fascinating him the most. It changed each day. Each hour. Each minute. People would describe it as blue most of the time but in dusk or dawn people would talk about it like it was the most mesmerising thing ever. The pinks and purples mixing with the blues. Or the yellows dancing through the oranges. Sometimes people would see a rainbow containing the colours red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. They would take pictures. They would draw it. They would just stop and stare to take in the oh so beautiful sight in front of their eyes. People would try to explain the wonders to him. People who already found their better half that is. He never saw the so called blue. He never saw how the colours shifted in dusk or dawn. He never saw a rainbow decorating the sky. Well, he saw it. But not the same as they did. Sometimes he just pretended to see the same as others. He pretended being mesmerized by the colours his eyes would not let him see. He would take a picture. Just to see normal. Just to hide the fact that in reality all he saw was different safes of white, grey and black.

He wanted to see the sky like others did. He wanted to see all the colours one by one. He wanted to see red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple and everything in between. Because the truth is: You can't explain the look of colours to a person who's world is colourless. You could describe the warmth of it. But warmth is also colour. The shades of grey don't have warmth or coldness. It's just grey. There s nothing more to it. Just light or dark.

Every child learned about colours in school. How to get them. What their wave rates are. How people who found their soul mate would see them. How the eye works. Which colours will go together. And even more. That was all to prepare for the later life. For when you would find your true love. You significant other. Your one and only. Your partner. Your soul mate.

Most people would meet their soul mate at the age of 16 at some kind of party or in school. They would just run down the hallway and lock eyes with another person and boom. The first colour would appear. Most likely it's the eye colour. The first time you would see a colour is breath taking. At least that's what the people who already had theirs tell you. How you finally understand. How everything changes. The whole world starts to make sense. All the things you learned in school will make sense. And that simply because there's one other person who's meant for you. Some people even were that lucky to meet this one person in the kindergarten. Just meeting the new kid and all of the sudden the sky isn't grey anymore. Apparently it's blue, like your soul mates eyes. And you run home telling your parents about your new experience and they will be oh so proud. That is what's supposed to happen anyways.

It doesn't always work out that well. When people talked about their first time seeing a colour he just stayed quiet and nodded politely. What else was he supposed to say. With the age of 16 it wasn't too bad. He wasn't the only one who's world was still painted in grey. But the more time passed the less people were like him. Everyone found  they partner. Everyone moved away. Into a house. Planning a family. Describing to their kids the beauty of colours. So he circle would continue. So they would knew what they would see once they find the one.

And yet, here he was. Standing out on the balcony of his small apartment he could only afford with his parents help. His eyes now glued to the moon. With out him noticing the sky had changed. He would guess from a blue to an orange or yellow slowly turning to black. That's at least what they tell him. That's what usually happens. But he only sees light grey turn to darker grey and eventually to black.

With lightly shaking hands he pressed the stump of the cigarette out on the metal railing of his balcony like every evening. It was leaving dark marks in the grey but be knew they would only be temporarily. The next downpour would wash them away. He exhaled the smoke one last time releasing the toxines from his lungs.

He preferred the night. He learned that people were only able to see colour if there was enough light given. Thus night time was a time were most people saw like him again. He wasn't abnormal. He wasn't the outsider. He wasn't out of the ordinary. He was just like everyone else. Until someone would decide that they would want to see the colours again and switch on the light. Making him feel absolutely out of place.

Not only made the knowing that you haven't found your love yet feel you lonely. Also that everyone else already had theirs. That was the most frustrating part. Why hasn't he met his soul mate yet? He had seen so many pretty, beautiful, nice, funny, sympathetic girls and women in his life. Why did it never work out. Was he just not capable of loving? Or was he not lovable? What was it? And why him?

He crossed his arms to protect his bare arms from the cold. Even though he did this nearly every evening and he knew how cold it could get he always wore the same. An old white shirt and a pair of boxers. Both radiating a smell of smoke. His pale skin was illuminated by the light of the moon. For him it was white and light grey and for all he know that was what others saw too. It made him happy to look up at the moon knowing that what he saw was already reality.

Slowly he turned around nodding one last goodbye to the moon like every evening before heading back into his dark cave. The computer screen was still turned on and he decided it couldn't hurt to take on last glance at it. He shouldn't get his hopes too high though. Most of the time it was disappointing.

The dating website was still on and there was a little excamationmark above the letter box. He pushed his glasses up again with his free hand as the other one grabbed the mouse almost with too much force clicking in the little notification. He could feel excitement bubbling up in his stomach as he read.

User Clara.clara wants to send you a message

Hello, Brendon! You seem like a nice person. I would like to chat with you if you don't mind.
Greetings
Clara

Brendons eyes scanned the text multiple times before clicking accept. He vastly typed the answer as his fingers were shaking. He looked around the room. Everything was still dunked in black, grey and white.

Hello Clara! Nice to meet You! I would gladly chat with You! |

He thought about it a few seconds before actually hitting send. Maybe this was it? Maybe this was his soul mate. He let his coursor find the profile page of Clara. She looked nice enough. Dark hair, light eyes and a nice smile. Her hobbies was sports and her favourite colour... grey. Well, what else was to be expected.

A small smile appeared on his face when he saw that she read his message. Nobody had messaged him in a while. Most likely because no one else was still searching for their soul mate. But he was. And he might just found her.

A new text appeared.

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Hey! So. I started a new story... again. I just really like the idea of not being able to see colours until you meet the one and only. And so I started this now. I really hope you do enjoy it even if it's not the most creative thing. I just enjoy writing this now. It is a bit calmer than usually. No one's insane or a demon. I thought I would let you know because usually there's something along those lines going on.
Anyway.
I hope you enjoy this book and you are okay with me not uploading too often probably... But I never forget about these stories.
Okay, I've rambled enough now.
I hope you enjoy this! Have fun!