I know this world no longer as I wish not to see our failure. The colors have been fading, but I was blind to it. I wish I could turn back time, make sure the links didn't break. Make sure nothing happened and the colors would stay. But I can't.

My failure is not noticing it. It would've stopped with my help, wouldn't it? But the colors would've refused to stay anyways, eh? Even now, as I walk with the crowd into the desolate world we now know, the colors are almost eagerly leaving. They just float away, dissolving faster as we move far away. We're only trying to help, right? I followed this crowd so I could one day reach the colors. The world is a dangerous place, but now. Now, it's just nothing. A monochrome wasteland. I didn't mean for the links to wear away, I didn't know. I couldn't find anything out else; nor any one else. They hate the world now, you know.

They think it's a cruel place.

Like they didn't figure out that a long time ago. Like they didn't do anything. My failure is blindly following them. I had so much else, yet it somehow wasn't enough. Now, I can't help but want to scream about my past. I suppose we do live in the past though. I still hate them. They just wondered out, thinking to themselves they could do anything. It was a pitiful sight to see them stop and gape at the torn links we had broken just for our useless journey. But when they finally stopped, I saw something. A teal flower that had yet to lose its color. It was so worn down, the petals were being torn off by the wind and the stem's defensive thorns becoming dull and worthless like a colorless decoration. It looked like it was losing a battle. I wonder what that battle was about.

I had just leaned down to pluck the poor thing when the color started to flutter away, like the battle was near its end. When I plucked it, the thing shriveled up into nothing. It somehow reminded me of that girl. She was an odd one who always seemed to grin and laugh whenever I smiled. She became so kind to me. But she was odd. With long teal hair and mint-tinted eyes, she was laughable at the least. Everyone hated her and I followed blindly by glaring whenever I heard her laugh. But I also couldn't stand it when she cried. She cried right in front of me, as if I was the source of her tears.

I still wonder why that flower seemed to be affected by my touch. It was losing, but it was trying. Yet I affected it so greatly, turning it to toneless nothingness. I stood up from the ground and saw the group still wondering away. Even after I realized my mistakes, I still followed them. Interwinding my hands with each other, I hoped to feel some sort of warmth through myself. Instead, I was greeted by another over-whelming feeling. Blankness. It was that feeling I felt when I was in front you as you begged for me to stay.

I don't know why I pulled away when you grabbed my arm, sobbing and crying aloud for some sort of rescue from the pain. You were fighting back. I didn't have a part of it, when I pulled away from you. I wanted to stay with you, but the crowd was so...so...well, it was unexplainable. I wanted to hold you close and smile or laugh to hear your beautiful giggling or see your charming smile. You were that dot of a bright teal color in the crowd of copies of nothingness. But somehow, some way you lost that battle, and lost your color.

Am I the reason why? Am I the one who failed you? Or did you fail yourself?

I cannot hope, nor can I dream, but I can wish hopelessly. So, I shall continue to hopelessly wish upon the nothingness that used to be the sky, for a color like you to appear. But that won't happen. You won't come back to me, and I cannot reach you from this place. It could have been a fairy tale or some fantasy, but that's not what happened. Your grace has disappeared from my heart, which is now an empty hole in my chest, and your smile cannot be found. If I ever see a small dot of color, I promise to remember you. To remember your lost battle that I caused. This colorlessness cannot be destroyed, but you can.

I wish upon this colorless nothingness that you will not be touched by this monochrome world. However, I might be too late. Maybe, just maybe, I'm not too late and can sweep you off your feet once I find you. I hear a sudden sound and turn around to look for the source. I see a faint outline of a body that slowly fades into the nothingness behind us. Could that be you? Could you have lost this war once and for all?

Have you lost everything? I suppose all of us have though. I remember vaguely about the little girl that was first consumed. She was so innocent. The links had been completely broken and I remember you begging to the slowly crumbling sky for the links to be rejoined. But the sky turned into a part of a monochrome world that should have never exisited. This world is fitting to me though. I just wish I had some sort of feeling or emotions when the air swarmed around me.

I can still hear your cries. They haunted me and the air that surrounded me.

As my last useless wish that I wish upon this nothingness, I wish for warmth and color that will never return for it has already gone as I have as well.

I wish hopelessly for you to get back your colors.

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Early update since I have no life. -_-' Gradititude towards emilysayshi, Felrain, and D.A. Dement; the reviewers of the first chapter. I thank you for your time, so I shall reward you a combination of a colon and a parathese. :) Still, the question lingers.

Questions, comments, or concerns? All are welcome.

P.S.S: D.A. Dement, I say your view is actually similar to what I was aiming for, but I can't quite remember what metaphor I was trying to get to since somewhere along the road I got too intune with the story to remember.