color blind - h.s. au

he found the colors to paint her where the world had left her grey

"Closing your eyes and letting go won't kill you," he whispered to her, the soft pad of his thumb gently caressing her cheek.

"I'm afraid of it, Harry," she muttered, swallowing the lump that had formed in her dry throat. "I'm not like you. I can't just be free spirited and flow with the wind. I'm not a 'go with the flow' kind of person."

"You don't have to be." He let out a breathy laugh, his smile wide as his dimples carved into his cheeks. "You just have to pull the massive stick out of your ass."