Seventy years later, it was his turn. "I had an eventful life," he said to his niece. "I went skydiving, I traveled around the world, I had the most extreme jobs. I lived a colourful life. I lived colour even though I can't see it." Suddenly, a distant familiar shape began to form. "Ah, there she is, my angel. My colour. She's came to get me." Puzzled, his niece looked around. She saw no one. "Come along dear, it's about time," she said, reaching her hand out towards him. Feebly, he reached out his hand too. As they intertwined, life went out of him. At the same time, he became the 14-year-old he was when he met her. "It's good to see you again." He smiled, tearing up again. "The same to you too." She replied, tears rolling down her cheeks.
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Short Storyhe only knew his world in black and white before she introduced colours to him. but how can someone who's colour blind understand colour? updates every wednesday and friday :)
