Darkness1001
Irl king of Hell
First Meeting
Dalia was a quiet girl, a little florist. She'd just gotten out of college, she finally got her own apartment, and she had a job she loved. All in all, she was happy. There was just one problem though.
Dalia was stuck in a world with no color.
The young woman, only 23, had been patient all her life, but the waiting wasn't paying off. For years, her mother and father had told her how amazing it was to see color, how beautiful they all were. Her mother always said that the flowers she was so infatuated with would be even more lovely once she could see the colors they held.
Now though, Dalia was starting to lose hope. The idea of never finding her soulmate weighed down on her mind, kept her from being able to focus. She wanted nothing more than to find the being who would allow her to see all the colors that could only be described to her as lovely, and she wanted nothing more than to allow someone else, someone who would love her, someone she was destined to find, to see those colors too.
The evening air was cold while the frail woman walked through the streets of New York, her seemingly silver eyes shimmering in the pale white street lights. Another day gone by, and there was no sign of color starting to seep into her world. She let out a soft sigh, looking down at her feet. Dalia wished something would happen, hoped for nothing more than someone to come and make her see color. With another soft sigh, she ran a hand gently through her long, dark hair, and began to sing along with the music playing in her ears.
"Have you lost your way? Livin' in the shadow of the messes that you made..." Came her soft voice, clear in the cold night. She barely realized she was singing, but either way, she wouldn't have stopped. She needed this now more than she ever would have.
"And so it goes, everything inside your circle starts to overflow. Take a step before you leap into the colors that you seek...You get back what you give away, so don't look back on yesterday.." She found herself smiling a bit at those words that filled her head, spilled from her pale lips. The song (Aftermath by Adam Lambert) never failed to make her feel better. Still, she longed to see the colors all around her, to feel the warm embrace of a lover, of her soulmate. She doubted she would ever experience such things.
"Wanna scream out, no more hiding. Don't be afraid of what's inside...Gonna tell ya you'll be alright in the aftermath...Anytime anybody pulls you down, anytime anybody says you're not allowed, just remember you are not alone in the aftermath..." She took in a deep breath, looking around. She was alone on a side street now, and she shook her head. It was probably time she stop wandering through the night and to the main road.
She turned back, walking in the direction of the main road. What she hadn't expected was to run into another person.