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Rose was color-blind. It wasn’t totally unusual, but hers was a bit extreme. No one could see the color of their soul-mates eyes, well, at least not until they met their soulmate. Soulmates were two halves of the same heart, or so people said. Soulmates had relatively the same lifespan as well. If one was ill and the other one wasn’t, generally the ill half would live until the other half either got ill or died, even if it was considered a fatal disease. Soulmates went beyond science, even into the twenty-first century. No one understood how they worked. They had been occurring as long as anyone could remember.
Rose was different though. She couldn’t see most colors. Oh, she could see white, no one had completely white eyes. And she could see pink. Her room was full of it just for that reason. And orange, although there was a significant amount less of that in her room because although she could see it, didn’t mean it went that well with pink. And black. But most others she couldn’t see; no red or yellow or green or blue or purple or brown. Which were staple colors, she thought. Most of the outside world was colorless to her. Just different shades of grey.
Rose wondered what that meant. Would her soulmate be able to change his eyes? Would he have two completely different eyes? But that wouldn’t make up for the other colors she couldn’t see.
Rose waited. It was all she could do really. The majority of people meet their soulmate before the age of thirty. She wouldn’t have to wait long.
When she was nineteen it all changed.
She was in Hendrick's shop basement, surrounded by shop dummies, when a hand grabbed hers and shouted, “Run!” And she ran. Behind this strange man who had appeared out of nowhere as a color she had never seen before started to blur its way into her vision. She didn’t know which one it was yet. She’d had them all explained to her, but nothing could compare to the actual sensation. Then, they’re outside and the great expanse of sky finally has a color other than grey and she knows what color it is. Blue.
The sky is blue. It’s brilliant. She sees his eyes- his blue eyes- and they are the most beautiful things she’s ever seen. Then he’s giving her a plastic hand and running off again and her shop’s blown up, but none of that matters because she can see blue.
After walking for a bit, she realizes she probably should’ve had more of a reaction, and thinks he should’ve too. Probably just too caught up in blowing up her job to say anything. Just like she was too caught up in blue.
He’s back after a bit and she helps him save the world. He asks her to go with him and that’s when she realizes how much she wants to, but how much she can’t. Now that she’s seen blue, she wants to see everything. She wants to see red and yellow and green and purple and brown and how could she not? So she uses Mickey as her excuse even though when they started dating they knew it wouldn’t last long because both of them were missing colors.
Rose thinks that she should probably want to stay with this man more and she realizes she does. He is her soulmate, she realizes, there is a pull. When he comes back, she agrees to go with him. The girl who can finally see blue, off with a blue-eyed man, in his blue box to save the world and have adventures through time and space.