Monochrome. That's all there is. No color, no individuality. Just black and white. Until I noticed it. His eyes... They're... Different. They aren't gray. They aren't bland and lifeless like everything else. They're colored. Bright blue, shining beneath his glasses. But... Color only appears when you've seen your soul mate. First, I've heard, its the eyes. Then other small details. Say, a flower or your coffee in the morning. Could he be my soul mate...? I've never seen him before. Or maybe it's just that I've never noticed him, never cared to look. Now he's looking at me, his cerulean eyes wide. Could he be seeing my eyes too...? We're both frozen in place, staring each other down across this comic book store like they do in old westerns. His eyes... are so beautiful... MAD PROPS TO MY FRIEND @Sage_Of_Winds For editing and shiz. I love her and, you should go check her out!! :D

(Rewritten) I looked over the destroyed city. It was just like any fictional book or film. I keep telling myself that this isnt possible. That I am in a horrible nightmare. But I looked passed that. Trapped in a horrible reality. My name is Craig Thompson. But no one ever calls me that. This is my story. My story about whats its like to be through hell. Its never easy. But what makes my story different is that I found hope. Found hope in a world of misery and despair.