[ WP ] You 're able to see a person 's aura . The color represents their morality . Good people have white aura while evil people have black . Most people 's aura is gray . Today , you see someone with a blue aura .

`` The world is not full of black and white, but grey.'' That is the quote I lived by for years. For my entire life. It makes sense, ever since I understood what the colour around everyone was. It was normal to me at first. I did n't know I was any different from anyone else. Only when I asked my parents about it did I start to understand. They mistook my curiosity to imagination, and I was fine with that. No one needed to know about what I could see. It was really useful actually. And I have used it many times, for many situations. 
 
 Back to the quote. Like I said, I lived by it for years. But very recently, did I understand that there can be more colour to the world. I like that. The ideology that shades are n't the only thing a person can be, but a bright and vibrant hue. I first saw her in a fancy restaurant. She obviously did n't belong there. She wore a suit, with a blazer, and some nice dress pants. High heels that were n't really that high. And just a touch of makeup to glow a little bit. What made her not seem like she belonged there was her hair. As blue as the highlight around her self. And I could tell I was n't the only one seeing it, because everyone in the room was staring at her oddly. She left before I could say anything though, and I thought that was that. 
 
 The second time I saw her was much better. It was just a normal day, I was walking to work, and I saw her. Hair so blue it almost looked black this time. But her nonetheless. I forgot about work and tried to catch up to her, only for her to get away from my grasp once again. 
 
 The third time was not the charm apparently. I was at a party, and I saw her again. Of course, I thought it would be extremely easy to talk to her now. But somehow she still evaded me. It almost seemed like she could tell I was coming closer to her. Of course that was improbable. 
 
 The fourth time, that was the charm. It had been years since I'd seen her, and I was n't really looking anymore, thinking that third time was the final time. But I saw her, in that same fancy restaurant I had seen her the firs time. But, instead of me approaching her, she walked straight up to me and said, `` What're you having Red?'' 
 
 Red?
