all the colors on street signs

when mikey woke up, he jumped out of bed at the sight of color. he saw crimsons, and bright white of his sheets, and the blue color of his room. he saw the grass outside was a lovely shade of brown and the bedspread on his bed was light bouncy green. he jumped up and down, and heard a voice laugh from behind him. he spun around and jumped on the bed and for the first time, truly saw pete’s eyes for what they were. pete and mikey become peteandmikey. and its lovely, and mikey loves seeing the world in high definition. pete looks down at the boy in his arms and he sighs. he’s in love and he can’t see this angel in the colors he wants to see him. he prays to the heavens above that maybe this isn’t a mistake, and he’s loving this boy, and mikey sees him full color, and maybe he’ll see him too one day. they haven’t discussed it.
pete dreads when mikey asks him what he looks like to him. pete looks at him and pretends to study him. he closes his eyes and begins to speak. “your eyes are the loveliest color, i can’t even describe them.” mikey’s face falls, he sees right through pete. “i’m sure its just a delay. please don’t leave me, i show all the signs, but my sight won’t come through. please know i’m in love with you too.” pete cries not once but three times that day.

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