Destiny

I was born in a world which contained no color. Everything is black and white, monotone, depressing. But through life you get used to it.

I heard rumors of people seeing colors. But that happened only if they met their soulmate. I, honestly, didn't believe in that.

Throughout the years, i fell in and out of love with lots of people. There were many faces, I hardly remember now. No one was special enough to keep me steady.

Then, came college. I entered Philology. English and Japanesse course. The college was in the other city. I was in the class with lots of new people, new faces to remember, new place to adapt to.

Still, my life was monotone. No change. No trace of color. I gave up. I lost all hope, I stopped believing in those stupid stories.

Every day wasthe same. Boring lectures, boring people. I felt empty. Lifeless. Anemotionless shell of a human being.

Then, suddenly, i met him.

It was accidental. It just hit me like a train. As our eyes met, it happened.

Colors. Life had colors. Life just bloomed behind him. It was like a garden full of rare flowers.

My eyes widened as life entered in every molecule, every thing, every living being.

I saw blue, green, red... I was in awe. I was struck with what happened.

His eyes widened too. We stared at each other, as our life got painted with bright colors.

It wasn't monotone.

It was....alive.

I felt happy. I felt content. I felt alive.

My hope returned. I started believing again.

Then, after few moments of silence, our bodies clashed as though it was the last time we saw each other and not the start of our life together. Our lips melted. We became one.

From a stranger to someone who changed my life.

After months of living together, we got engaged. We both got a job.

Everything wasperfect.

Then, as soon as i thought life was perfect, it was a cue for everything to go downhill. My perfect life broke into pieces. On that fateful day...

As the bell rang, students rushed to get out. I stayed in the classroom to sort the documents from the lecture. Suddenly, my chest started hurting as i fell on the floor, clutching at my chest. I started fighting for air, trying to breathe.

Suddenly, colors started slowly dripping away from objects, leaving them lifeless. I stared in disbelief. My eyes widened as i tried to collect the colors, putting them back onto objects.

I started screaming and crying as colors disappeared from my skin.

I tried calling my husband, but he wasn't picking up. So i got up and ran to my car, starting the engine.

There was a rumour that said that colors disappear once again if your soulmate dies. I prayed that wasn't true. I prayed that when i get home, i'll see him sprawled on the couch, playing games, smoking his awful cigarettes. I hated that habit of his.

I rushed my car through the city, luckily, cops didn't stop me.

I was shaking. Even after i stopped crying, there was still pain which came not only from my eyes, but from my chest as well.

As i arrived to my house, i saw an ambulance in front of our porch. I parked the car, and ran out of it, not caring to lock the door. I just wanted to see his goofy smile that said he was okay. I wanted to see his eyes that hold all the stars from the universe. I wanted to see him.

A doctor was waiting in front of our door. „Mrs. Valentine?" He looked at me seriously. „Yes. What happened?! Where's my husband?!", I gripped on his shirt as I started panicking.

Silence fell between us, as he slowly said: „I'm sorry to inform you, but your husband....died. He was in a car accident. A truck hit his car as it passed through red light". His eyes looked down on me, saddness showing in his eyes.

„P-please tell me it is a joke" I whisper. As i said that, I ran into the house, charging into the living room. There was no sign of him. I turned around and ran upstairs, expecting him to be in our bed, sleeping. But again, no sign.

I broke intotears right there on the spot. I criedand weeped my heart out. I couldn't stop. Someone entered the room, but iignored them. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't hear anything. I wanted to die. I couldn't do anything to get him back. He brought colors into my life. But now, he's gone, and he took all the colors with him. It's awful now.

That day...That cursed day took my lover, my soulmate, away from me. That day murdered me.

People say that you die when you stop breathing. It's a lie. You die when a person you love, dies.

Days turnedinto months. Months turned into years. I still haven't recovered. I only got worse. I started smoking, cause cigarettes reminded me of him. Istarted drinking more than before. I would come home drunk from a night out,dragging my heavy body through the house. I started hanging with the worst of people, letting them use me.

My life had no meaning anymore.

So, one day i decided that i'm gonna end it. End my suffering. And i'll maybe reunite with my lover. In Heaven, Hell, afterlife, another dimension. Whatever is next after death.

I slowly sipped my wine away, as my legs were dangling of the edge of the highest building. I looked at the black and white town. Even though there was life there, it still had no presence at all. It looked dead. People looked like a sea of ants just walking, running, to go somewhere, to get to work, school. The world didn't change after he died. His death didn't cause any damage to it. Only to me.

As i finished the drink, i threw the bottle behind me, taking of my coat and fixing my hair.

„At least i should look decent when i die", i chuckled as i mumbled it to myself.

I took one last look at the town i lived in and sighed, leaping into the end.

As i fell, images flashed in front of my eyes. I saw all the important events from my life. I smiled as i saw him one last time and whispered: „I hope we'll meet again, my love."

And then...darkness.

Death wrapped its arms around me, wrapping me in a deadly hug.

Suddenly, a familiar scent filled my nostrils, as i smiled and said.

„It's you".