❝grayscale

Before he met her, his world was always gray. The sky above him was dull and faded. The very breaths he took and sighs he released seemed to be tendrils of colorless smoke. He wanted to die.

He could only see in halftones, and he was only made of halftones. But when he met her, she was in color: she consisted of the whole spectrum of the rainbow, and he knew he had to talk to her. Slowly, her colors seemed to seep into his own world, painting the skies and oceans blue, the trees and grass green, the sunset and sunrise an explosion of colors that swept him off his feet. He learned to smile and to revel in the artist's palette known as life.

And he turned to her, gripping her hand tightly as he marveled at the sun slowly sinking in the sky. She looked at him--funny, the big smile that had so graced her lips when they first met were barely there.The smile was wavering, unauthentic, almost... gray.