7 Day Writing Prompt Challenge: Prompt #2 Fifty Shades of ???

So this one I had a little more of a hard time on, I did take some liberties on the prompt and made it my own. But I hope you all will enjoy Prompt #2!

Lack of Color

Emma Greere

There wasn't a thing he could see that wasn't black and white. The sky was white, the clouds grey clumps in the sky. It was like looking through an old black and white camera, shades of black and grey. It was almost be better if he were blind, he would think. When others talked of others all he could think was of his lacking sense of color sight.

 He looked at the cubicle across from him- his walls an eye soring white, his carpet a pale grey- she sat there. Her hair a pale grey, much like the carpeted floor; ‘Maybe she’s blonde? Apparently blondes come out as a lighter shade of grey…’ He couldn't help but wonder what her hair color really was. He kept glancing at her as much as he dared (which was multiple times). Her walls were the same bright white with little dark grey dots covering it. She didn't seem to notice him taking glances at her.

The bus stop. Same thing and it was raining. Brilliant. Now everything was gray to those who can see color and those like him who don’t have the ability to. But it was days like this he hated. Since everything was gray, now everything was just a shade darker. The street- dark, dull gray- almost black. Little white dots peaked out when the light hit it. He turned his head in time to see the bus coming to a stop, his music rang in his ears, making his ability to hear noises around him impossible.

Everything went by at exactly 55.7 miles an hour. The scenery flashed before his eyes in a blur of white, black, and multiple shades of gray. Some of the shades had almost a green undertone, others a blue undertone. Well he would be able to tell the difference between the green and blue undertones if he had ever seen green or blue before. He leaned his head against the window, white headphones plugged into his ears, pitch black iPod in his hand. The one thing he was sure of, his iPod was black. No other color could be as black as black itself.

Seeing in different shades of gray, black, and white; didn't that count as seeing color? That was the proverbial philosophical question he asked himself every day. But who would want to see the world like they were watching an old movie? Hell, even old movies had at least a brownish color in them… sepia it was called if he could recall. He didn't care about colors… why should he? No one cared about gray. It was a ‘depressing’ color they say… ‘a color that doesn't really matter’.

He doesn't know what to think. He just sits back and doesn't enjoy the rainy view outside of the bus window.