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Colors

Ever since the beginning of time, everyone is born without the ability to see color. Only after you find your soulmate will you be given the gift to see the true vibrancy around the world.

Peter Parker is in a difficult situation.

He met his soulmate when he was nine years old; her name was Gwen Stacy, and they quickly became best friends. They did everything together, from climbing trees in the backyard to letting each other copy their homework.

They shared their first kiss at age fourteen, and began the long road to falling in love. They became an official couple at fifteen, and everyone was envious of them. They were perfect for each other.

Until Peter's sixteenth birthday, where everything went wrong.

A villain the name of Green Goblin came after him, forcing Peter to fight him. They battled it out in a clock tower, punching, shooting and webbing attacks at the other. Unfortunately for Peter, Gwen had followed him.

She died that night from the agonizing pressure of Peter's web catching her, breaking her back. She died instantly, her skin turning from its flawless tan to an eerie gray.

Ever since then, the color in Peter's life has been diminishing, slowly leaving the things surrounding him.

August 17, 2017

Red was the first to go.

The constant beeping of the alarm clock woke Peter from his sleep, making him groan in annoyance. It was the first day of school—anyone would be annoyed.

He sluggishly sat up in bed, rubbing at his eyes with closed fists. A yawn escaped his parted lips and he blinked slowly, looking around his room. He glanced down at his shirt and did a double take; it was gray.

He swore to the gods it was red the night before.

Peter looked at his desk, frantically searching for his red binder, frowning when his eyes laid on a gray one. He didn't own a gray binder.

Peter shot up from his bed and ran out of his bedroom, finding himself in the living room of his and May's shared apartment. He started to cry as he saw what used to be a beautiful red couch, but what was now the dull gray hue that Peter had seen the first nine years of his life.

"May!" he cried out, running to his aunt's room.

He threw open the door, waking his aunt. She sat up, looking at her sobbing nephew.

"Oh my gods, Peter what happened? What's wrong?" she asked, standing up. Peter ran to her and clung to her body, burying his face in her neck.

"Red," he sobbed, "it's gone. I can't see it."

September 12, 2017

Orange was next.

Peter didn't even realize the color had left his life until he opened his lunchbox at school. What should've been a vibrant price of fruit was now a midnight black color, staring into his soul.

Peter's mouth fell open as he picked up the piece of fruit, turning it around in his fingers. Tears pricked at his eyes the longer he stared at it.

"Peter? Is there something wrong?" Ned asked, confusion lacing his voice.

Peter cleared his throat. "I-Uh, nothing, Ned. E-Everything's fine," he stuttered out.

Peter glanced over at one of his classmates—was Mary Jane her name?— and bit his tongue as he looked at her hair. She was a red-head, but to Peter, her hair was devoid of color.

December 25, 2017

Yellow left him on what was supposed to he the happiest day of the year.

Peter was coloring with his little cousins at his grandma's house. They were all laughing and smiling, but when Peter went to reach for a yellow crayon and didn't see one, his smile faltered.

He searched silently through the pile with his eyes, nearly choking on his spit when he saw the small printed words on the wrapper of a gray crayon.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Peter said to his little cousin.

He quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, locking it and sliding down the door. He brought his knees to his chest and let out a choked up sob as he stared at the gray walls.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

February 6, 2018

Green was gone.

Peter was swinging around Queens, fighting crime in his blue and gray suit like he had done a million times before. However when he swung over a park, he gasped, faltering in his webs. He plummeted downwards and fell into a tree.

"No, no, no," Peter whispered as he untangled himself from the branches. He picked a leaf from the branch above him, feeling the tears build up under his mask.

He crumbled the black leaf in his gloved fingertips, hitting his head on the trunk of the tree. Why was this happening to him?

May 30, 2018

Peter never realized how much he liked the color blue until it was gone.

It was out fo nowhere, much like how the previous colors had disappeared from his life. He had walked out of school to see the light gray sky painted with white clouds. He nearly tripped down the steps before he gripped the hot metal railing.

Ned was beside him in an instant, asking what was wrong and if his friend was hurt, but Peter was speechless. He couldn't stop the tears from falling down his pale cheeks, making his classmates turn and stare at him.

If it was anyone else, they'd think that the person had just discovered their soulmate. However, this was Peter, and everyone knew that his soulmate was Gwen, so why was he staring at the sky?

June 21, 2018

Purple left him.

At this point, Peter didn't have anymore tears to waste on crying over the fact that almost every color was gone. Purple didn't really affect him as much as the others, since he didn't usually see it that often, but knowing it was gone still hurt.

No more sorting grapes by color, and no more finding lilacs outside.

September 3, 2018

Peter's life was completely dull, taken over by blacks, whites, and grays once more.

He barely smiled, he rarely laughed and it was difficult to get out of bed in the morning. He hadn't told anyone what happened besides May. It was too hard for him to accept that color was really gone.

Peter was sitting at his desk in history, scribbling in words on his assignment. Suddenly, he sensed a presence next to him causing him to look up.

"Hi, I'm MJ—I'm new here. C-Can I sit here?"

And at that moment, color came rushing back to Peter's life, filling in objects and people around him. Peter gasped, staring up at MJ with wide eyes.

"I-I," he stuttered, unable to speak. MJ was the exact same, except her hand was covering her mouth.

"Holy shit," she whispered. "Th-There's colors."

Peter breathed in, shakily nodding his head. He motioned for her to sit in the seat next to him, MJ quickly complying.

"I-I'm Peter, by the way."