Finding colour in him.

As she swept her eyes across the horizon she saw pale grey in the sky and a white sun. When the night came, she saw black— pitch black.

As she walked the streets on a autumn day she saw grey as it fell on the black ground. She saw black trees instead of green. She saw pale grey, cool grey instead of browns, yellows.

This was her world of black, greys and white–until she met him.

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She was walking as usual across the pavement when on her painted world of tints and shade there was something else. As her eyes met another— she saw green mixed with a tint of blue in a harmonised manner. She saw black and white in turquoise as eyes met hers.

His eyes were warm against the black and white back but they were cool and cold as she stared into their depths. His face was peach mixed with light brown and red as white light shined on him. His expression unreadable but felt like siting curled in a corner on a bright summer day.

Lonely— he reminded her of being lonely not sad. Like the tingling of pain in your heart as you sat on in a large house waiting for the one. Like the feeling that your in the middle of a large crowd but feel alone. Like the reaching hand you stretch towards that burst of light but... the light seemed further as your hand reached closer.

Mix of blues, greens and browns, peach and reds on a white and black canvas. The burst of colour in her life.

He felt like first love.