Song: Blue // Troye Sivan (ft Alex Hope)

This one-shot was inspired by the following: the song up above^^, a couple of Webtoon stories, and edit of Seán and Signe that I saw on Insta. Enjoy! (Ps if you wanna see what edit I saw just comment here and I'll give you the link lovies💕)

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You and Dipper's Age: Late 20s

–Your POV–

There's a world out there that... most people don't necessarily know about.

It's not like any other place you've probably seen. Well, most people haven't seen. And this world revolves around... destiny. Destiny is what controls us here. You see, our world is very... how shall I put it? Gloomy? Dark? Depressing?

Colorless?

Yes, a matter-of-fact, our world is colorless. You're born seeing the only colors that everyone knows. Black and White.

It does seem sad, yes, but never doesn't exist. Impossible isn't possible. There's always another way.

And this other way involves one, simple touch.

It may sound strange —or even dirty— but just one touch could possibly change your entire existence forever.

How does one do this, you ask? It all begins with two certain people. That one special someone and... well, you. Yourself.

It doesn't matter how old you are. You could be just a child or teenager. You could be in your late adulthood... even as an elderly. And... it doesn't matter what gender you are either.

Just one simple touch from that one special person that you'll meet one day will do, while destiny controls how you two meet. It could be situations on purpose, coincidentally, or even on accident. It amazes me how it works, really.

And this rule can't be gone around. No, your friends that you love in a friendly way doesn't count as the touch. And no, your family doesn't count either. And... no, your crush isn't either. Believe me, I've tried. But, there was... one way that did surprisingly work.

It's a rare thing for children and teenagers to find that one special person. But, there was always those few kids. Those... poor, kids. Yeah, they did meet their "special someone", but this was more of a... forced relationship.

Rich families want there future families to be rich as well. So, they force their children to be with each other, either forcing them to love each other or marry them at a young age. Something I would like to call, "Fooling Destiny". After awhile of being "in love", destiny would put the two "lovers" together.

Yeah, the two get to see color for the first time, but... they'd have to keep it by being with someone they don't... really love. Is that worth it?

And these children or teenagers are always acting... spoiled. They'll rub it in your face that you're still colorblind.

I've tried going out on dates, sneaking my hand on top of theirs or intertwining fingers with them. But it's always been the same result... each time.

Nothing.

I've at least touched a dozen hands and still... nothing. I've heard all the stories of what it's like to see color. When I was little, I'd ask my mom every night to tell me the story of how my parents met. And I'd always ask the same, exact question...

"What was it like seeing color for the first time?"

It was difficult to understand her point of view or her explanation of what she saw, but what I did understand was that it was a whole new, different world for her. It was as if she was reborn. Everything was beautiful and bubbly. And the first thing she saw was... her one special someone. My dad.

This... experience doesn't also last forever. In order to contuine seeing color, you'd have to touch your significant other at least once —for a full thirty seconds— in the next 24 hours. If you don't touch at least once within those 24 hours, you lose seeing color with that person, forever.

And whatever feelings you had for them will disappear in one... quick... snap.

Sad, I know, but that's just how life works here. Back then it was very difficult for people to always be with each when they had to work. But since technology has improved in this time period, they've created a special system. There's a certain program on your laptop that had would get installed in the next software update. It's called Touch. The irony, I know.

It's very simple how it works, actually. All you have to do is get your lover to be on the program together at the same time. There will be a face call where you'll be able to see, hear, and talk to each other.

All you have to do, is place your hand gently onto the monitors screen, along with your lover. It'll feel as almost if you were both actually touching each other, holding hands, intertwining fingers. Keep them there for a good thirty seconds, and you're good. And to let you know that you are both "touching" each other, there will be a blue orb floating around both you and your lovers hand. The orb will disappear when it has been a full thirty seconds, or it won't appear to tell you that something is wrong.

And —due to this cruel rule that destiny decided on— there are... terrible people who would try and stop you from being with your special someone for more than 24 hours. Kidnapping, raping to change their destiny, or even sabotaging. And even if you still haven't found someone yet, people who have, they'll make you feel as if you were different, and that you were weird because of it.

But you're not. Everyone is like this at one point in their life. It just may... take a little longer for some people.

For example, well... me.

I'm in my late twenty's and I still haven't come across anyone, as I've said preciously before. It's embarrassing to take your mom or friends shopping to pick out nice outfits for you since you're still colorblind. Having to tell you how to decorate a room because you're colorblind. Trying to explain to you which color is what cause I'm still colorblind.

I still don't even know what color my hair is. Or even my eyes. Or skin. And I've been told dozens of times what they are.

"Your hair is a beautiful (H/c) color!"
"Such lovely (E/c) eyes."
"Your (S/c) skin seems so healthy. What kind of lotion do you use?"

But... I still don't understand.

And getting just a dose of... seeing color for the first time is– addicting. It's as if seeing color was taking drugs. Once you've had it once, you'll keep craving for more. That's why people are so desperate nowadays to see what color even looks like.

I hate to admit it but... I have a strong addiction myself. Even as an infant, I've always wanted to see color. I want to have a romantic experience just like my parents or friends. I don't want to be "colorblind" anymore.

I just want... happiness... like everyone else. I want to know what it's like, badly.

"That'll be 3.99, miss." The clerk spoke up to me, "Anything else?" I shook my head slowly, digging into my sweatshirt pocket for money. It was around midnight. I couldn't get any sleep, so I decided to talk a midnight stroll. I had brought money with me too just in case, 'cause I knew I'd probably end up at the convenient store near my apartment to buy snacks.

I placed the money onto the counter, a blank expression on my face as I gazed down at the change. Black and white. As always. I wonder what color they would be? I mean, I have no idea what the color... red is? Blue? Yellow? I don't exactly know since I've never seen them before. A frown appeared on my face, as I went to reach out for the bag of chips I bought.

But during the process, my elbow bumped into my soda, causing it to fall over and crash to the ground. The hard impact caused it to explode, leaving a dark mark on the bottom of the counter and a slippery trap on the floor, "Dammit!" I yelled, squatting down to pick up the can, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spill it... can I do anything to help clean it up?" The clerk only sighed at me, shaking her head softly. "Just... go grab another can of soda. I'll clean up the mess."

I hesitatingly nodded my head at her, backing up slightly. The next thing I knew, I felt my back bump into someone who had just entered the shop. I stumbled a bit and almost fell over, but I felt the person catch me in mid air from behind. I was up on my feet in an instant, and before I could realize it, I had witnessed something I thought I would never see in my life. For a split second, and only a spilt second...

...I'm pretty sure I had witnessed a small glimpse of... color.

I was lost in words, and before I could get a glimpse of the person who caught me, they were already hurriedly walking towards a different aisle of the store. I couldn't even tell what they looked like since their hoodie was pulled over their head. And I couldn't call out them since they were obviously blasting music in their headphones they were wearing.

"Geez, lady. You're just a mess today, aren't you?" The clerk said appearing next to me, a mop now in her hands as she started to clean up the floor covered in the sticky substance.

I blinked a couple times before actually registering what had just happen. And before I knew it, I quickly sped walked down towards the aisle the person had gone down. When I saw them, they had their hand raised up, grabbed something off the shelf. I walked slowly over to where the soda's were, lookin as if I didn't have any business towards them whatsoever. I got as close as I could, trying to get a good glimpse of them.

By now, I had figured out that it was indeed a guy. A... not so bad looking guy, might I add. And... he looked around my age, as well. He also held the same expression on his face as I had before by the counter. He had slightly long hair that looked dark, along with his eyes. Just from the distance we had between us I could hear his music that he was blasted. It sounded familiar, definitely, and it also seemed like my type of music.

He must have noticed me staring, cause he turned his head over to me while I was in mid-grab of another soda. Getting startled, with a dark blush also creeping onto my face, I had ended up knocking over the soda once again. "I-I uh–" I bent over to pick up the can before anymore damage could happen. But what I didn't realize was that the guy had bent over too to pick up the soda as well.

And that's when our hands touched.

And for the first time in my life, when I looked up, I saw color.

And the first thing I saw in color... was the boy standing in front of me.

We both had astonished expressions on our faces when we had made eye contact. I looked around at the features around me, examining these... beautiful colors. I glanced down at our hands. He had very light skin, while mine was (S/c: dark or light). My free hand picked up my hair. (H/c). So... this is what (H/c) looks like. I looked back at the boy in front of me. He was examining everything around him as well, and his free hand had lowered his music from his headphones, but when he saw me look back, he snapped his attention to me.

I could feel the tears in my eyes start to prickle, and I lowered my head. I gripped his hand tighter, not wanting to ever let go, "T-Thank you..." I mumbled softly. That's when the tears spilled from my face. I felt the boy rise fro the ground, pulling me up to, "For w-what? We did kinda just meet." He nervously chuckled. "I... this is the first time I'm seeing color. After... twenty six years–" I looked up at him finally, and he had a look of shock plastered onto his face when he noticed how much I had been crying, "–Thank you..."

He gave me a small, soft smile, "I... really should be the one thanking you. After all... you aren't the only one seeing color for the first time." I laughed at his comment, sniffling my nose and wiping my tear from my eyes with my free hand, "It's stupid-" I started, "-I don't want to be crying right now... because I'm scared I'll wash away all of this color from my eyes."

That's when I was pulled into gentle hug, which had startled me, "That... won't happen. I promise you that." He chuckled, "And... even if I just met you, I won't let that happen anyways. To the both of us." I hugged the boy back, nodding my head into his chest, "Yeah... I don't want to lose this." "Me neither." There was some comfortable silence for a moment, before the boy spoke again, "I'm... Dipper, by the way. Dipper Pines."

"(Y/n) (L/n)." I said, pulling away from the hug to look at Dipper. There was another brief moment of silence, just the two of us looking into each other's eyes, "Hey, you wanna get outta here? Together?" Dipper asked, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. I nodded my head vigorously, "Yeah, I'd like that. I just... have to pay for a new soda from what happened before." I laughed.

"Okay, I'll wait for you by the–" I felt his grip start to drift away from mine, and in panic, I gripped it tighter so he couldn't leave, "Wait-" he quickly looked back at me, a concerned expression coming across his face, "-just... can we keep holding hands for a little bit longer? Please..?" Dipper blinked at me for a moment, before nodding his head slowly, "Yeah... sure." I wasn't trying to be weird, honestly.

I'm just still scared I'll lose this. I've never appreciated life until now, since I could see color. My dream I had always wished as I child came true. I'm overjoyed. I don't want this to go away...

I had grabbed the new soda once and we made our way over towards the counter. I examined everything on the way there. The wrappers of food. The counter. The walls. Even the clerk. She had the same color hair as me. I walked up at the counter, noticing the money from before. My mother told me that dollar bills were... green? Is this what green looks like? And the coins were... grey, I think? I couldn't help but wipe the smile on my face as I finally paid for my stuff. Soon Dipper and I walked out of the convenient store, hand-in-hand with one another.

"So... I'm pretty sure there's a twenty-four seven café nearby. Would you care to join me there, you know, to get to know each other more?" Dipper asked sheepishly. I smiled at him, which caused a blush to appear on his face, "I'd like that." He gave me a huge grin, that caused my cheeks to burst crimson red.

So, the two of us walked down the empty road together, still, in hand-in-hand.

Just one, simple touch changed my entire life that night... and I don't regret it one bit.

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"Well now really when we go back into falling in love. And say, it's crazy. Falling. You see? We don't say "rising into love". There is in it, the idea of the fall."

                                     ~Alan Watts