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Jamais Vu: The first short story

I traverse the vacant and colorless streets of the city as the endless rain pours unto me. The street seems to go on forever. The buildings, cars and even the traffic lights all seem to be the same. I then decide to stop and look up to the sky. No ray of sunshine is to be seen; the world is now consumed by the darkness of the torrential clouds. As I look back down, I notice there is someone off in the distance. The person remains staid, starring into a sky of nothingness as the rain pours over. I decide to approach this person, but I can’t seem to get closer. I sprint, but I can’t seem to reach. My surrounding keeps changing, yet it remains identical. This mysterious figure is still several feet apart from me, yet I can’t get close. I give it all just to reach my goal and uncover the truth. My legs become numb and weak, and soon I find myself on my knees, exhausted. I try to catch a breath, and as I look up again, the person is right in front of me. I jump back, perplexed, as I try to get back to my senses. The rain has stopped, and now I can see the face of the person in front of me. Those blue eyes and golden hair seem familiar to me, yet why can’t I recognize this person? It somehow resembles me, however that can’t be true, I’m still here, pondering, trying to comprehend the situation. I endlessly stare into those eyes, painted with that beautiful shade of blue. I have seen color for the first time, since I got lost in these black and white streets that are my life now. As I stare into those eyes, I notice the person is now smiling at me. It was almost as if I was staring into a mirror, however the reflection was showered with a vast array of colors. Who is this person? Why do I have this eerie feeling that I know who this person is, yet at the same time I feel it is nothing but a stranger? The person now decides to run, waving at me as if to follow the lead. I run behind, as if I was behind a butterfly that was painting my blank canvas that is my life with the most vibrant colors. I could care less as to where I was headed, I was enjoying that once inanimate place, so different and yet full of life and color. There were rose petals flying all around and the sun was shining vibrantly. Suddenly, the person decides to stop and turns around and faces me directly. The person smiles at me once again and now I have come to the realization of who I have been facing all this time. The remarkable beauty is now clear to me. I smile back and run as if to hug the person, that now I know was always present in my mind. As I approach, a fierce wind blows the rose petals, taking away with them the person that stood in front of me. The sun was now covered by the gray clouds, and the rain started pouring again, washing away the colors from my life. It is now that I got to know who you were, that I wish you were still present. My life feels empty once again. I decide to look around, to see if you were still here, but I realize I’m stuck again in these vacant and colorless streets. Was it all real, or was it just an illusion? Can I see you again? I only hope you return to me and paint my life with your beautiful colors once more. You are my escape from this dull world, so please come back and stay with me forever.