One day I woke up and all my colors were gone. I looked around, but all I found was Gray. Red was gone, and Blue had run away. Yellow was out of sight, and Green was nowhere to be found. I couldn’t find Violet, and Orange was well hidden.
I felt so alone, so empty and void. Without my colors, how would I go on? That’s when Gray put a hand upon my shoulder, and let me know that not all my colors had fled. He told me that as long as there was still Gray, I hadn’t lost everything. I looked out the window, at the gray sky and soundless birds, and I felt as hopeless as ever. Gray had offered his help, but what could he do in a colorless world.
For weeks and weeks, I pushed through my colorless world and pretended I still had my colors when everyone talked of their Reds and Yellows, and Violets, too. I didn’t have them, but I pretended to. Maybe everything would be ok if I acted like my colors were all there. When someone talked about their Blue, I’d nod and smi