[ WP ] You live in a world where people only see colour after meeting their soulmate . You have always been able to see colour .

I strained to hear the EKG rather than the voices of the medical staff: they were discussing the best methods to cut me open and mitigate internal bleeding. I'd been waiting for this surgery since my 16th birthday, and now at 18 I would be rid of my tumor. 
 
 The melodic beeping helped keep my anxiety at bay; i imagine no one looks forward to being filet by strangers in masks. Solem eyes glare from behind green scrubs, faceless doctors breathe raggedly, a nurse with drawn on eyebrows looks down on me with smiling eyes as she places a mask over my face... the room smells of gas-the room fades to black. 
 
 Some time later I'm greeted by the familiar beeps echoing my heart beat. I'll just lay a while: my stomach feels numb and tight, I'm drowsy, no one talks around me now, I'll listen to my thoughts a while, I'll enjoy the darkness a bit longer. 
 
 I stand in a clearing somewhere, an exuberant light shines upon a field of pastels and flower pedals. The clouds reflect red and press against a proud blue sky. I've been here before, never in person, but constantly in my dreams. An old friend stands before me, I've never met her, but I've known her all my life. She smiles, more weakly than usual, as she reaches for me. I sense a terror in her, some abject truth beyond the realm of my dreams. Somewhere an EKG machine beeps, a steady long note, a flat line. 
 
 I listened for the next few days. Shock had made a mute of me, shame tied my tongue to the recesses of my mind. The doctors described something to me: `` fetus in fetu'' they had explained, when one twins embryo envelopes another and forces it's sibling into a life of a parasite. My twin sister had lived inside of me my entire life, and I waited for so long to be rid of her... but why must everything be grey now?
