What was Lost in the Reflection is finally found.
Black, white, and grays. That’s all that exists within my world. The sun is white, the ground is black. Nearly everything else is some shade of gray. That’s all I see as I continue through my world without color.
I continue to walk, day by day, to a destination I have never known. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, I don’t know why I’m here. Yet, I can only move forward within my own colorless prison. I am alone.
Perhaps I could forget everything if I did not have the constant reminder of my prison; my world with no reflection. Once upon a time, whenever I looked towards these reflections, I would see vivid colors and be filled with hope. Now, years later.. Such colors have dulled, and hold no meaning. If I look upon these reflections, I instead feel the despair pull be deeper beneath the surface.
Not only am I trapped in this eternal world alone, but my heart too has been trapped by despair. For years ago, I had my hope taken away from me by the only thing I had ever held dear. I thought I had found my answer, my means to exist, my means to escape. Instead, I was left feeling the despair of emotions I couldn’t even comprehend.
It was then that I learned what I had discovered of this world; I am alone, and always would be. At least, that’s what I had always told myself.
One day, I would find my very reality redefined. My eyes were forward, continuing to march to my eternal sentence. Yet, I could not shake the feeling of another presence, something I hadn’t felt in what I believed to be years. Perhaps it was simply me longing for the old days , when there was still a glimmer of hope inside this prison I call my world.
Yet, on this day, I could never describe what I felt. That presence continued to haunt me, growing more and more powerful. Up until the moment I staggered in the street, I had bumped into something. I blinked, and stared blankly at the road in front of me. I simply couldn’t comprehend what had just happened, in my long dead world.
I merely glanced around, unable to truly comprehend what had just occurred. That’s when I noticed a window to my right, one of dull hues that I had gotten so use to. Within this windows view was a young woman, frantically gathering papers that had been scattered in the wind. In her world, she stood exactly where I had. As she snatched up one of her papers, I found her eyes locked with mind through the window to her world. A gaze of curiosity, as if trying to fathom whatever she laid her eyes upon.
Could she see me? ... Impossible.
Yet, something stirred within me. I had found a desire, deep within my shackled heart to approach the long dulled colors of this window. A desire that seemed to be shared by her. We moved as if we were one, and approached the window with our hands extended out. My left, your right. I couldn’t say why I was doing this; I had no control over myself. All I could say was that something within my very core screamed to stop, look, and approach.
As we grew closer, the dull hues that I had once ignored became vibrant azure. Tepid colors; of crimson, gold, and eyes of umber lit up before me. Never in my existence had I seen colors so vivid before now. Despite seeing such colors, not even my despair could hold me back. As if shackles were loosening off my arms and legs, I continued to reach towards her; towards you. Up until both our palms pressed against what should have been hard, cool glass.
Instead, the touch was soft and warm.
From the moment of contact, I felt reality itself began to unwind. Even in my timeless world, I found myself frozen at the point of contact. A moment I would remember throughout my eternal existence, a memory that would be forever shared by you. It was then, we both winched in pain as the sound of cracking glass echoed through my world; this was the first time I had ever heard anything.
With that crack, waves of vivid and vibrant colors began to flood into m world in a whirlwind of glory. I had never seen something so magnificent in my time, as color poured through the streets and filled my world with the life that it had long lost. We both endured the pain, as my horizons expanded farther than I could have even imagined.
Then, once it stopped, a crimson liquid began to roll down the glass for both of us. The pain did not bother us, as for this moment.. I had truly felt connected with you. I could see a beautiful woman full of life and curiosity, and you could see a man that was once worn and empty. There was no doubt, you were looking at me.
I rose my right hand, and in the foggy glass I drew. “Can you see me?”
Your eyes widened in astonishment; not only could you see me, but you could speak to me. With your left hand, you responded. “Are you there?”
Was I here? I was, but I wasn’t there with you. Not yet. Though I finally made contact, and got to experience the wonderful colors you had brought into my life.. There was still much I had to endure, but, I could feel my prison breaking. I wasn’t there, just yet. Now though, more than ever, I had hope. I had meaning. With this crack that tarnished our hands and flooded my world with color, I knew that I could finally escape, and it was all thanks to you.
This was just the beginning of our story. Now, only time could tell what would await us.
