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He has never really cared for colors, always thought it was a fairy tale cooked up by his family - bless his grandmother’s heart - and his most beloved friend and inventor Benjamin Franklin, but the latter insisted that eventually one day he would see it for himself.
Crane was losing his hope, he didn’t mind silly prophecies or children’s fairy tales, he had grown fond of the blackness and the apathetic colors surrounding him.
Katrina had entered his life oddly, her eyes called to him, and for once he thought he had seen what his friend often talked about, it was different, bright and of the same color as the trees’ leaves, he had found his Promised One, however, it still felt as if something was amiss.
He might have found happiness with Katrina, but colors such as Franklin had old told him about were quite unfathomable to him. Yes, he could distinguish blue from green, but barely, as if all was blurred and foggy as if a constant veil was cast upon his eyes.
But with the war, the blood on his hands, the loss of his life, and colorfulness had again been taken away from him, as he closed his eyes to his death all was again cast in a black and white atmosphere.
As he blinked in a world he was yet to know, his surroundings were dark, but in a different kind of dark, not entirely black, but weirdly colored. He stood on his feet and for once in his life when he stared down at his hands he was surprised by how clear they looked, warm even, how very curious.
He got up, ran out from wherever he was, and fell into a river, the stones had color, was this grey? Maroon? On, and the trees! How lovely they were! He blinked, blinked, and blinked, taking in his surroundings, it was all so colorful.
Mesmerizing.
But how? Why? There was no one around, nothing but the quiet forest.
Was it real? Could it possibly be that his soulmate was here? Somewhere in this strange era?
Franklin’s words echoed in his mind, "One day, my friend, you'll meet someone who will turn your world upside down and this pallid existence you have known so far will change drastically."
But so far, he had been badly handled, thrown into some sort of vehicle, handcuffed, then thrown into a cell and marvel at it, threatened. It was ridiculous if he dared say it.
This soulmate person better be worth all this trouble.