[ WP ] Everyone sees the world in black and white . When someone finds their soulmate , their world gradually gains more color . When they break up or their partner dies , their world fades back to black and white .

Gia was an artist. She preferred sketches to paintings, graphite to oil paint, etc. 
 She enjoyed drawing landscapes. Beaches were among her favorites. 
 The white sand contrasted by the black ocean mesmerized her. 
 She often sported shades as they dulled out the atmosphere more. 
 
 Gia rested by the shore, ready to create another sketch, when a young man approached her. 
 
 `` May I sit here?'' he shyly questioned 
 
 She nodded with a polite smile. 
 
 The boy talked about how he noticed she would come to the beach just to draw. His name was Fin. He admitted that he admired her talent. This made her ecstatic. Nobody appreciated her art this much. After the hours of sketching and chatting with her new friend, the sun began to sink. They bid each other goodbye. 
 
 She went back the next day. To her surprise, the boy was there already. He had a canvas and had painted the sunset. Though, it remained gray to her, he could could see the faded blue and pale orange of the sky. The time was spent on their crafts with a usual conversation about filial things like carrots. 
 
 `` What makes carrots so special?'' Gia pondered 
 
 `` They were n't always orange,'' Fin replied in modest, `` they used to be purple or white.'' 
 
 `` Colors changing... That's funny. I would n't live to see the day when they do.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, probably'' 
 
 They kept this schedule up for a while. Gia would come out to draw, Fin would keep her company; it was nice. After a few months or so of this, Fin convinced her to try painting. She could n't differentiate the colors well but he helped her. 
 It was her last stroke when she quickly raised the brush above her head and lightly swiped it across his face. 
 She broke out in hysteria while he remained puzzled. 
 
 `` S-Something about gettin' someone else messy is hilarious,'' Gia managed through the laughter. 
 
 Oh'' 
 
 He grabbed a handful of pink and swabbed it all over her. 
 She sent him a death stare. They had a paint war until they both collapsed heaving for breath. 
 
 `` Your shades are dirty,'' Fin remarked, `` let me get them clean for you.'' 
 
 He reached over to get her shades. She shut her eyes as they came off. The sky she stared up at was suddenly blue. She looked over to Fin to see his tan skin, jet-black hair, and brown eyes. He sent her warm smile as he laid on the beige sand being outlined by the transparent aqua blue water. 
 
 `` What you see is how you feel,'' Fin gently laced his fingers through hers, `` Just to let you know, that sunset a while back was the first time I saw color.'' 
 
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