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Till couldn’t see colour.
It wasn’t because his eyes were defected, but it’s a shared trait among humankind. Human could only see colour once they kissed their soulmate. Nature would celebrate the faithed pair and bless for colour in their lives.
From young ages, all the children would learn about all the colours from word description. Leaves were green. Sky was blue. Clouds were white. Which colours went well together. Which colours clashed with each other. They memorised all the colour names without really knowing them. Till had always wanted to know what colour was Mizi’s hair and eyes. He heard other people mention that Mizi’s hair was pink, but what exactly did pink look like?
“Pink was… a bright and cute colour, like the colour of a flower. It also looked like a soft and muted version of red.” Sua slowly explained as she could see colours.
Ivan smirked but he knew that no one would notice it. Sua would pretend she didn’t see and ignore his taunt. As for Till, he would let himself be blind to both the meaning behind Sua’s words and to all Ivan's actions like it had always been.
“What does red look like?” Till kept asking.
“Like the flower in your hand back then. Like cherries and apple peels. Like lipstick…” Sua gazed at Till’s face. “...like the blood from a wound”
“Hmm…” Ivan murmured. He tried to press his fingers on the wound on Till’s face many times but Till managed to swat his hand away.
It was at a much later time and date that Ivan succeeded with his mission, in which his intention at that time no longer stemmed from just child-like curiosity and this conversation. Till kept his thirst for colour throughout his adolescence, however, it died the day that Mizi was dragged from the stage and proclaimed missing… and resurfaced during Round 6, braving the pouring rain, forced kisses and the last smile from that person.
His eyes were on fire from all the exploding colour. The sight in front of him was brighter and clearer than anything he had seen for entire life, and it was the sight of a certain someone tumbling down. Ivan's clothes were mostly in white, mixing with that bright colour he had never seen before.It was also flowing from Ivan’s mouth, painting the stage beneath him.
Memories from old days flashed in Till’s mind. He now knew what red looked like.
Till wish he was blind.