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Masterpiece (nyo fruk)

It had been years since started Marianne saw everything in Black and White.

The color of the sky was always gray, so was the ice cream truck across the street. Art was always bland- either black, or tinged gray- no color. No spectacular radiance of the rainbows after the rain, her dreams would bore her. She had recognized no colors since then. Sometimes, she would try her best to imagine color; but out of frustration she would always cry. Sobbing as loud as she could-her stamina for holding on was fading, and during the summertime she saw no beauty, only sadness that seemed to ruin her life. Marianne tried so hard, the roses in her bedroom were never red, only black. Black, the most painful color she could have ever seen.

She used to tell her friends this. Marianne was a spectacular artist, but abandoned the skill after the day that scared her to death. It was the day that she died. When Madeline disappeared, so did all the colors that seemed to add flavor to her life in general. At the second she noticed her absence, the colors slipped away so bitterly swimmingly.

And so it was, and how it's always been. She was starting class again soon, another year of this until her planned end. She wanted to spend at least a year before going. To at least see if anything got better in the slightest. It was her judgement year, she would give it another shot. Nonetheless, if it was still bland- she had organized the local bridge across the street. At least she could feel, that was one thing to be grateful for. She could see, but in such a painful way that broke her heart- if you were to take her colors away, might as well just take her sense of sight all together.

She had put on her usual white sweater and her pair of gray-looking jeans for her first day. It seemed to be her last first day, how she saw it. The usual, her first day as a senior. And probably her last year as a human all together.

Her first scheduled class of the year was English. Being a French exchange student, she wasn't exceptional in that class; but she still passed finals, which was good. She sat down at another empty conjoined table and put down her books, her expression as bland as how she experienced life.

As class began to start, it happened. One of the new exchange students waddled in with her books, eyes scanning a sea of taken seats, her eyes fixating on an open spot- that was coincidentally hers. The woman with long, light-looking hair in pigtails quickly put her books down, her eyes turning to glance towards Marianne. "Hi." She muttered, picking up her textbook to open it up to the current page. She had a tinge of a British accent in her greeting, and the French woman cocked her head.

"What's your name?" Marianne asked curiously- her eyes darting towards the page number to do the same. She sadly wasn't paying enough attention to the teacher.

"Oh, me? I'm Alice."

"I'm Marianne, nice to meet you."

In a bizarre moment to commence, she took a glance at the textbook again, the lining that she recognized as another grey suddenly appearing to be a light pink. Her eyes widened, gasping almost too loudly as she covered her mouth.

Alice raised a noticeable eyebrow, "Are you alright?"

Marianne realized what had just happened and she smiled widely, trying to cover the incoherent screaming in her mind that rung in her ears. She could see the color pink! "Yeah, I-I'm fine-"she muttered, a small blush covering her face from embarrassment. "I just was excited about the new lesson this year, that's all." She lied, pushing a hair out of her face. This was a major step for Marianne, she had missed the color pink for years- wondering if she would ever see it again. There it was, she wondered if they'd all come back eventually.

It was a couple days later that Marianne was sitting alone at lunch. It occurred to her that she could see the color of the peach that she was eating for lunch, and the lonely Marianne was happy. It was all she really needed- was to see. The girl whom she sat with during English, slowly sat down across from her. "Sorry, I just didn't want to be alone like you, that's all."