2 Unreal

Joy's POV

I let out a sigh opening my apartment door to be greeted with the blossoming chill of the fall air hit my face. The small of the towering colorless trees and monotonous sky never bothered me before, but ever since a few of the people around me started finding their soulmates, the thought of everything being different colors, colors that I couldn't even imagine even if I tried, began to mess with me.

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As I made my way to my regular coffee shop, I tried to imagine the fallen leaves the way my best friend describe them, in shades of red, yellow, and orange. Nothing. They just look like different greys. What's the big deal with color anyway? It's just a visual appeal. The world is just as beautiful. there's no way the activation of some rods and cones in my eyes affect anything that much. Right? I could still feel the warmth of the sun and these light setting breezes pass by. From what I've heard there's only seven colors anyway, NOT including the different shades of each.

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As I was lost in thought I neglected to observe my surroundings, nearly running into some poor boy that looked lost. it was in that moment that I realized I had been mistaken in my outlook. We stared at each other, both of our eyes wide as what could have only been color bled into what I couldn't help but described as our dull worlds. As I began to look around, I lost the ability to breathe normally. The world which was already beautiful was now ethereal. the leaves I've tried to imagine only moments ago we're now so many different shades that my eyes almost couldn't comprehend how so many colors could even exist. The sky, which I had been taught to describe as "blue", was now a stunning hue that I associated with Summer and the elated feeling that I always got at the end of the school year.

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However, the colors around me all seemed to fade away as I looked at the boy. He was easily the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life! His eyes were warm, close to the color of the trees surrounding us but much darker. His eyes reminded me of the earth and curling up with a book and a cup of coffee. his hair was a beautiful light brown that looked like the caramel hard candies that you get from a sweet elder. Better than any brown I see now. His lips were beautifully plumlp and pink, though his mouth looked big, but his small smile he shot at me fit perfectly as his eyes follow the role on the face to make them little frowns as his cheek bones rise. His shirt was still black but it contrasted with everything around us, making it stick out in a brilliant way that I've never seen before. I saw different shades of the same color that were unique in their own way, each different one seemed like it owned an emotion. his skin was beautifully a bit pale but his cheeks were shade that I can only describe with the burning sensation of my own and I realized that it would soon become my favorite color. It reminded me of the giddy feeling I got when I have my first crush. It was the color that I felt with the butterflies in my stomach, and the same color that I felt when he let out a small "hi".

It was a euphoric color, yeah that's it.

It was the color of euphoria!