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

Another day, another sunrise, another empty life. 
 
 No disease or genetic disorder caused this. The doctors were quite sure there was nothing wrong with my eyes. They sent me straight to a shrink. He was a good shrink though. 
 
 Mild schizophrenia is what he said. *Mild! * What a relief! 
 
 I never really bought that either. 
 
 Not seeing any colors, it really takes a little, but it takes a lot. Like, I can go about my business, do my job, love my wife and daughter, and get drunk. 
 
 But, I ca n't stare up at the sky during a warm summer's day and enjoy the blue. I ca n't remark about how my daughter colored the elephant purple in her coloring book. I ca n't tell my wife her hair still looks good, even as it greys. 
 
 It was always grey to me. 
 
 And then came the day I met that man. *That* man. 
 
 I was at the park with my daughter, staring up at the grey sky with slightly darker grey clouds here and slightly lighter, white clouds there. I looked down to see my daughter playing: her grey hair, her dark grey shirt, her slightly lighter grey pants which had white sparkles on them that danced an odd shade of grey that all light seemed to be for me now. 
 
 And behind her was the man in the brown business suit. I would rather have had the first color I'd seen in nearly 15 years not be brown, but I guess it's better than what came after. 
 
 I saw face: red bloodshot eyes, pale, but not quite white skin, yellow teeth that caught almost no light and had rarely been used to smile judging by the lines on his face. 
 
 But there was more. He had a red hue about him. It's tough to explain, but I do n't mean that pink, fleshy look almost everyone has. I mean it was like the guy bathed in blood and some of the color stuck with him and just floated from him, very discreetly. 
 
 He looked at me and I looked at him. I was terrified. This man seemed to me to be the most hideous thing I had ever seen. 
 
 He did n't seem like a person. He looked like the perfect imitation of a person. It was as if something had studied every human mannerism and interaction and had copied it. It felt like something had put on a suit of human and the colors were apart of that suit. I did n't really think they were the colors, but just a poor imitation of what the colors were. 
 
 He smiled at me, and I grabbed my daughter and ran. 
 
 We got home and I made dinner that night to get my mind off things. 
 
 I quit the bottle after that. I did n't want to risk saying something about it while I was out of it and scaring my wife or worse, the kid. The shrink loved that. He said, `` At least something good came out of this!'' 
 
 I once heard about psychics who could see into other people's hearts. They could tell you if a person was good or evil. 
 
 I had also heard that every human had the capacity for both good and evil; we're all in the grey. 
 
 All I know is that grey is the only color I'll ever need to see again.
