Now You See Color; Now You Don't

Polychrome; Contest Entry

This mini-story is for northlane's contest - an ending for her story Polychrome.

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Ending - (Now You See Color, Now You Don't)

3 Months Later

She grabbed my hand, softly clasping it in her tiny, delicate fingers.

She smiled at me.

"Ready?"

I studied her lips. Her face. Her eyes. Her nose. Beautiful, yet so, so dull and grey.

I gave her a small smile back.

"Ready."

She pulled me towards the wedding shop. The window displayed thousands of fluffly big dresses, some too big, some to small. Though they were all grey and black, I could see the fine detail and beading and lace that made each one unique.

The other window held the tuxedos. So plain. So weird. So boring. All had the same style. None seemed to stand out to me. Maybe because they were so colorless.

I stopped.

Olive turned to me, eyes full of worry.

"What's wrong Greyson?"

I didn't want to go buy a tuxedo. I didn't want to see her try on thousands of bridesmaids outfits. I didn't want to go this wedding. For what? Everyone would look the absolute same to me.

Grey.

Dull.

Boring.

Colorless.

But I didn't tell that to Olive. For what? I was being childish and unfair, and I knew it.

I shook my head, sighing.

"Nothing. Come on."

She bit her lip, wanting to say something.

"Greyson, you can always get the surgery again so you c-"

"No. I've seen color, I know what it look likes. I know that some are just plain and dull while others make everything else beautiful and exciting. I already know what they look like and I don't want to get surgery - its not a neccessity.

I breathed, chest heaving.

She smiled at me. Reaching up to place a soft kiss on my cheek.

"This is why I fell in love with you." She winked before laughing.

"Your just so gorgeous." I blurted. She blushed, before entwining our hands once again.

As we entered the tiny wedding shop, I stared at all the huge dresses and too-tight looking pants. The ceiling lights were bright, hurting my eyes.

"Are you okay?" Olive asked, knowing all to well what the problem was but feigned ignorance.

"Not really, the lights are making it hard to see."

She nodded in understanding.

"How about you wait outside while I go get the bridesmaid dresses and tux's?"

I nodded gratefully and left, sitting on the bench stationed outside in front of the shop.

I looked at all the cars speed past, their wheels a blur as they rolled against the rocky streets. They all looked the same - besides the different shapes and sizes - all one single color.