She wondered what other colors people saw. She used to only see in red in a bright and radiant red. She loved seeing in that color. She knew that seeing that color meant she was in love. The first time that color came into her eyesight she cried because it was so beautiful.
She was 18 he was 19. It was a classic love story. She saw him as a lovely lilac. He blended so well with her. They made lovely colors and painted beautiful paintings. He was violet perfection. making her colors mix until all she saw was his dull purple.
She saw him for who he really was and tried to leave. He lashed out and stripped her of every color she knew. Taking her full-color palette and left her with one color he knew she would never forget. Neon blue forever engraved in her head. Making her world colorless. Leaving her sad and doomed to neon for the rest of her life.
I like what you did with this, Gabi. The idea of someone being able to steal someone else's color is a sad but probable one. The first paragraph about seeing everything in blue makes me think of that new Keith Urban song that's on the radio all the time:
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Looks good on that neon buzzin’ on the wall
But darling, it don’t match your eyes
I’m tellin’ you
You don’t need that guy
It’s so black and white
He’s stealin’ your thunder
Baby, blue ain’t your color