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There was once nothing but the dream of another being that'd be hers to be with, that'd be Casey's to hold and cherish and care for and count on to do the same.
There was once no color but the black of the ink and the white of the desaturated sky.
And then there was Alex and blotches of colors following her path, gradually, just as Casey's eyes got used to seeing more openly, more fully, more vibrantly.
"You're it. The one I've been waiting for. You are," She'd whispered that one day where their souls finally recognized each other.