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

I saw him from across the room. It was hard not to stop and stare. I knew he knew, and he, I. His skin, what of it left uncovered, glowed like something that I could not describe. It was not black, not white, nor anywhere in between. It was outside of that. Something entirely alien. Certainly he was an alien. I stood, dumbfounded, for what must have been an eternity. 
 
 The crowd moved as one, too-ing and fro-ing to the beat of the music. I'd not taken any party drugs, not like at least half the people here. But this was not that. I had certainly not been spiked, but even if I had, the description of what it was like was nowhere near this. 
 
 He stood, resolute, among the never ending tide. His eyes had found my own. The room seemed to fade, until it was just him and I. He approached, like Moses parting the great Sea, the crowd seemed unaware of the mans presence as he passed with such ease. He was no more than two arms lengths away, that's when I saw his eyes. They illuminated his face with a strange hue. It was not welcoming, yet I had lost all strength to move. 
 
 The room returned when a party goer broke the stare we shared. I backed away, yet he kept his pace steady. I turned to escape this man. There were many exits, in case the authorities came by, to choose from. The one I chose led through a dark alley. The brisk evening air was a welcome feeling, after the collective heat of 400 dancers. Yet, there was a burning; my ears, my neck, my back. I turned. There he stood, an arms length away. 
 
 I could only rasp `` Who'' before his arm gripped my shoulder. I was immobile. I wanted nothing more than to escape this man; this alien; yet I was bound to the floor where I stood. He extended his arm to my chest. Flat palmed he placed his left hand on my sternum. The world became awash with more and more of these strange shades, neither black nor white as before, for the most part. It was overwhelming; I shut my eyes to escape this nightmare. I'm sure I heard him whisper, `` I will show you.'' 
 
 When I awoke there was naught but the hollow noise of the rave continuing. The man was nowhere to be seen. I stumbled back to the safety of the crowd. 
 
 They were all grey. The room, illuminated by disco lights, was now a crazy mix of every imaginable shade. But the dancers were grey; and I could see the music. It bathed the faces and eyes of the dancers in shades, these glorious, indescribable shades. 
 
 I felt something. Something I had rarely felt before. I looked around, scouring the room for the source of this feeling. Sure enough there was a girl, surrounded by an aura of shades. Agape, her mouth detailed her horror. Her eyes, locked on mine, drew me in. Closer and closer, I approached. 
 
 The crowd crashed into her, and to the wayside she fell. I faltered, unaware of how she had fared. My unease was sated, however, when she clambered, arms extended, off the nearest dancer and towards the exit. I followed outside. Trying to speak to her; I was interrupted. Her desperate plea of `` who?'' lingered on the gentle breeze. I put my right hand on her shoulder, my left on her breast. `` I will show you.''
