A seemingly regular woman, as beautiful as they come — even without colour, she was gorgeous. You, however, had the luxury no one else had.

You could see the colour of her hair. An alluring flow of a deep scarlet. You had never seen colour before, but you had heard about it from your friends who had already found their soulmates. Envious, you waited for the day you would meet yours.

“Good afternoon,” Erza made the move, the colour of your eyes catching her attention even from across the room.