The Color Of Her Eyes

"How long do you think we're gonna stay like this?"

I glanced at Eric, he was still staring at the bowl of apples, his expression vacant. Then he laughed a short bark, "I don't know, you're the one reading all the stuff about this, you tell me."

"The statistics were never stable, it doesn't choose an age, or a setting, it just...happens, I guess."

Eric breathed a heavy sigh, "Yeah, it just happens," he stood up, and looked at me with an expression that I have never seen before. In the three years that I worked with him, he had never looked this troubled, "I wish it was her."

I turned in my bed, looking at the sky as the white gradually faded to black. I for one, feel limited for what we are. Even Eric, who is never bothered by anything started to be anxious by it. What if by some twisted turn of fate, I fell in love with someone normal? Someone who could see colors? I wondered if that is what Eric is depressed about, the fact that he shouldn't love and be loved to avoid hurting someone and being hurt in the process.