"Hey Ebony!" I call out loudly after biking my way to the library.
"I didn't know you smoked, isn't that bad for being a musician though...?" I say.
She rolls her eyes and flicks it on the ground putting it out with her foot.
"It's whatever now what questions do you have about the colors, I know you have a lot after reading my brothers book." She says.
"What happened to him...?" I ask.
She sighs and looks down.
"Out of all the questions.. Well from what I understood he went mad trying to understand the colors, saying he saw things he normally shouldn't see, like smoke coming from people. Signifying their mood." She said.
I process this.
"But isn't that a good thing?" I ask
"In some ways yes, but he saw it all the time he couldn't escape it, he also couldn't escape the fact no one else could see the beauty he was seeing. His wife couldn't see the colors he was and he would go on and on talking about it until finally she left him. People who see colors are different people, but.." She stops.
"Anything else?" She asks.
I think for a moment.
"Did, was there any part of the book missing someone I could talk to about the colors?" I ask
She shakes her.
"Why are you so interested in this anyways?" She asks.
I shrug.
"I feel like I was supposed to see colors..."
She rolls her eyes.
"Do you truly want to see it?" She asks.
"Yes."
"Even if it drives you mad?"
"Yes." I answer.
She walks off without an answer, leaving me to wonder why she asked those questions.
YOU ARE READING
Colors
FantasySo you can't see color and neither can anyone else, but when you find your soulmate. You suddenly can see color, like the color of music and everything. But when you ask your Soulmate about the colors. They say "what colors?"
