Hello, everyone. If you've already read the summary you know that this is a fanfiction about Meg. These 'colors' that she see are real. They're called pheromones. They don't actually have color and no one can see them, but there are people on earth who have a different neurotic perception, like Meg, that makes her see colors at certain moments. Pheromones are real, odorless, chemical substances that attract two organisms of the same species. However, there is a huge burst of pheromone light when deep love happens. This chapter is very short, but I hope you enjoy it!
Prologue:
I was never the one to confess things or go running to people when something happened to me, but I am going to confess something now. I can see colors. I can't recall a day when I was without them. I was born seeing them. I know no one else can see them because if someone could, they would have said something about their lovely color by now.
Let me describe them for you. They're floating wisps of spirals with a different color for each person. I've never seen my own because I've never fallen in love. That's how you can see the colors. Love. You can see when two people love each other because their colors bounce off of each other. I have seen many people who love one another or have a love for one who doesn't love them back, but the most beautiful colors I have ever seen were my parents.
My father's was a gold, and my mother's was jade. When my father was alive, they used to always tell me how they first met. He looked into her jade eyes and he knew. They soon got married and had me. Their colors bounced off of me, but it was a different shape. Almost a feather. When I was four they tried having a baby again. I knew it before they even announced it.
The older girls at the ballet dormitories would babysit me while my mother way working, and they told me how to make babies. Being at that age I was appalled at such profanity. One night, I couldn't sleep and I was walking down the hall to my parents' room when I saw bright, shining rays of gold and jade coming from behind the door. I peaked in through the crack of the door. I knew it just had to be. I had never seen such brilliant light and colors in love since my parents. The baby was a miscarriage and my parents were heartbroken.
One night a car came upon my father killing him instantly. My mother's heart broke. Her young, beautiful face grew pale and expressionless. Those beautiful jade eyes my father had fallen in love with grew hard and cold. Even her feathery colors she gave to me were less colorful. She donned her mourning clothing and hadn't stopped wearing them since