Colours (Narrative)

The walk in the cold winter night seemed very refreshing as white feather-like snowflakes gently kissed my cheeks and melted. There were many squares of warm yellow light and families enjoying cups of hot chocolate as they watched movies or looked into the flickering orange flames of the fireplace. I walked on. The strong wind tossed the snowflakes with more force against my face but it did not deter me. Within a few minutes, the wind turned into a snarling beast hurling tiny bullets of pain at my cheeks. I turned for home which was around the corner. The coat, hat and gloves that seemed so warm when I had left home now gave no resistance to the monster trying to kill me with its breath of wind and ice. My numb feet slipped and slide on the sidewalk. Excitement mixed with fear dawned me towards home. Home is where I could shut the door on the howling beast of winter.

Before I could step into the house, I saw her. She was sitting by the tree with her bright yellow coat trying to keep herself warm. Her hair, which was as black as coal and contrasted with her pale skin tone, was tied up into a neat ponytail. She must have caught him staring at her because she turned around and smiled at him. He did not expect that as his face flushed bright pink. He walked up to her and offered her to go into his house to warm herself up. From then on, they started to talk to each other more often and developed a relationship.

Orange was not a colour that fit him, or so people had always told him. Although she never commented about how he dressed, he assumed that she would think the same way as the others. She had been with him for over a year now, and he absolutely fell in love with her. From her striking sky blue eyes, to her hair which was a rich shade of mahogany. Had she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her.

A few years passed by, she was walking down the aisle, linking arms with her dad. He was standing on the opposite side of the room, awaiting her soon to be father in law to hand his daughter to him. She was in a pearl white wedding dress that made her look like as if she was a princess. It was as if she just walked out of a fairytale. He could not be any happier.