Author's Note: This is the Prologue to a story that I have been wanting to write for an extremely long time. I hope to keep it updates regularly, but I don't want to make any promises. Comments are always welcome. I hope that everyone enjoys it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Once Upon of Time.
Everyday I open my eyes. I look at the white ceiling. Watch the grey sky. The black clouds. Life drones. On and on. Days blend into one another. I search my dull eyes in the mirror. I've long forgotten what color they are. They now appear a simple slate grey. My hair is black. I have to assume that the actual color is close to what I observe in my reflection. I get dressed. Black and white. I go down to my usual coffee shop. Black and white. I order my usual black coffee. Not a single thing is out of the ordinary. Nothing ever is. It's the same people everyday. They go to the same places and never bother to change their routine. It's all rather dull. I've become dull. I sit in my everyday booth. I am simply a routine. There is nothing more to me. I watch the door, but no one comes through it. I know that no one is going to: it would be too exciting. I stare at the coffee in my mug. Black.
I hear the bell on the door chime and my head snaps up. No one else was due to this coffee shop at this hour. No one was supposed to show up. The first thing I notice is the newcomers eyes, a darker grey than mine. Green. The word flashes in my mind, but it means nothing to me. I've never seen anyone walk into a room with so much confidence. Leather jacket. High heeled boots. Long flowing hair. Blonde. I rub my forehead in an empty effort to chase away my sudden headache. The strangeness of the moment is not lost on me. This is new. She is new. Nothing, no one, is ever new. I choose not to question it. I never really question anything anymore. She orders her coffee and prepares to leave. But before she places her seemingly delicate hand on the bar of the door to push it open she catches my eyes. I find it impossible to look away. The deep grey of her eyes enchants me. Green. The word flashes one more time and I have to squeeze my eyes to ease the ache in the center of my head. When I open them, she is gone.