[ WP ] A character who only sees in black and white suddenly encounters someone in color , but do n't make it a love story .

`` Staring is rude'', my mother always said. She said a lot of things. It disappointed me she did n't say anything when I sliced her throat. The police said enough for her, though. The shouting, interrogating, the trial. It was all awfully noisy. I was silent the entire time. Even in the jail, I said nothing, just watched the black and white world around me. 
 Staring is rude. I guess she would have been pretty angry with me at that moment, because I could n't take my eyes off the man who just walked in the yard. It was impossible not to stare. He was different, full of different... he was n't black and white. He was beautiful. I guess he noticed me, because he was halfway to my bench. Before I could react, he sat down, not saying a word. Could it be he is n't aware of his beauty? The possibility saddened me. Someone so gorgeous should know it. 
 It's been almost a month since he appeared. And the same thought keeps nagging me the entire time, ridding me of my sleep, of my sanity. 
 What does his blood look like?
