The colors of him

Chapter 1: Black, White and Him

Colors are an important part of ever life. But to me life only a few colors black, grey and white. There is a life without color, but you miss the beauties of life. My life was colorless until I met him. I went from seeing barely any color to seeing billions of bright, neon colors everywhere. Let us begin with the story. I was 19 years old in my first year of college. I was an art major who couldn't see color, I know ironic, but I love to paint. I was the Beethoven of the art world. I only used black, white and grey colors to paint, as they were all I could see. Not that I only wanted to use only these colors, it's just I couldn't see any others. I first decided to major in art back in the fifth grade; when I enter an art contest and won second place. Ever since then I've painted, even though it's a little hard for me to paint without many colors applied to the art piece.

      When I first met him on a cold evening in the middle of November. I fell for him at first sight. I mean it literally, I tripped over a rock and he caught me in his strong muscular biceps. He looked at me with a dazzling smile and eyes that sparkled. He said to me. "Are you okay?" As I blushed and turned my head away. "Yes I'm fine. I accidentally tripped on a rock. I am so s-sorry I didn't mean to fall into your arms." I got up very quickly because he was way to close for comfort, and I was afraid he would hear my heart racing beneath my chest. "Well, thank you. But, could you let go of me now?" I say very quickly as to get away from him. "Oh, I'm sorry." He says as he let's go if my waste and smirks shyly. "Well, anyways, my name is Dante. And you are?" He says with a beautiful smile. I say my name sheepishly "Flora." "That's a beautiful name for a gorgeous woman."