Color Palette

I painted my future black and white.

I'd pass high school and graduate at a nearby community college. I'd marry whoever my family chooses for me. Not a fancy wedding, but a quick exchanging of the rings in front of my house with only close family watching. I'd spend the rest of my life in the hilltops of my hometown with my spouse and both of our families. It was a simple life. A simple life for a simple girl.

And my black and white fantasy had become reality. We opened a small floral shop, my spouse and I. We passed the day there, I handing out flowers and my spouse trying to ignore their allergies. We passed the night in our house of twenty, playing games and having movie nights. It was a simple life. A simple life for a simple girl, and nothing could be better.

Or at least, that's what I thought. Soon, my black and white life was asking for more. Wake up, open the shop, run the shop, close the shop, go home, have some family time, sleep. This daily routine was starting to become a cycle, a never-ending chore. And I was getting tired of it.

That is, until you came along. It was a rainy night when you opened that door and took a step inside. You looked at us, huddled around Monopoly, and clicked your tongue. With a flick of your finger, you gave me what I was missing. Color. You splattered every inch of my life with color.

A color.

Red.