Monochrome Stories

Black's POV

"Please go out with me." The female student bowed as she handed me a love letter.

She was grey. There was no point in continuing this. "Sorry, I'm not interested." I replied as I handed her letter back and walked away.

A month has passed since the first day. I've adjusted quite properly. I have no problems, and I have my one friend. I don't really need anyone else right now. I just wanna graduate and finally pursue a career of art. 

"What's up, Ice Prince?" A voice beside me asked. I looked at the direction of where the voice come from and daw White leaning on a wall. He still had the same stupid hairstyle with the same tacky hoodies, but this time, it had a green alien at the front. "How many has it been this week?"

I sighed loudly. "This is the third one, and it's just Tuesday." I replied. 

You might be wondering why he calls me Ice Prince. Ever since the first day, people have been talking about me and White, calling us the princes of the arts department or something. We've become popular since the other students say we're good looking and pretty charming. I can see why White would be called good looking and charming, but I have no idea what they see in me. White is dubbed as Prince Charming by the students because of his charismatic and charming personality. And me? I'm dubbed the Ice Prince because of my face. I don't feel any emotions when talking to grey figures, but White is the only one who isn't grey here, so he's the only person that can change the expression on my face. Every single time somebody talks to me, I just have a blank expression, but that hasn't stopped them from approaching me. I was hoping it would, but sadly they're persistent. Countless girls have confessed to the both of us, and every single one has been rejected. I have my reasons to why I'm rejecting the girls, but I don't know about White. He looks genuinely interested in some of the ones that confessed to him, but at the end, he still rejected them. 

"Don't they get tired of confessing?" White asked. 

"I guess they don't." I chuckled a bit. "Wanna head out somewhere after school?" 

"Can't, man. Gotta do some stuff at home." 

"That sucks. Maybe next time." 

"Anyway, I really gotta go now. Can't be late." He said as he sprinted back to the classroom. 

I got there too, but not as fast as him. Our last period was sculpting class. The schedule changes everyday, and it just so happens that this was the last class that was ȧssigned to us. I looked around to hopefully catch White, but I guess he already went ahead. The classroom was almost empty, except for one person painting on a canvas by the window. I could recognize her since she was one of the few people I saw on the first day of class. She was the girl called Lilac. A fairly smart student. She excels in most of the classes we have, and is really good at painting. 

I prepared to head out the classroom again, but I remembered that my bag was on the treasure ċhėst right behind her. I remember that ċhėst was the same one I sat on the first day of class. She noticed me and waved a little. The expression on her face doesn't change and she just continued painting.

"White already went home." She said. "You just missed him."

I walked closer to get my bag. "I know. I'm just about to go home too." I replied as I reached for my bag, but then I stopped to look at the sky. 

The sun was setting, and it still looked beautiful. The crimson rays of light were showering the surroundings, even the classroom. As the lights dimmed, I looked in front of me and I saw the most beautiful sight. Purple colors were mixing in with the crimsons rays, but those purple colors didn't just come from nothing. It was Lilac, but she wasn't grey anymore. I could look at her clearly now. She had her long brown hair up in a ponytail, but still had some covering her right eye. Her ċhėstnut eyes were visible since she was staring at the sunset. She was wearing a light purple cardigan over her casual clothes, with her school pin on the right sleeve of it. Not only could I look at her clearly now, but I could also feel emotions even just by looking at her, and the only emotion I felt was awe. 

"Hey, is there something on me?" She asked. I must've been staring at her for too long, but who wouldn't stare at such an amazing sight? 

"Sorry, sorry. I just thought I saw something beautiful." I replied. Wait, what the hell did I just say??? "I-I meant the sun! The sunset is beautiful!" 

She stared for a bit, but then burst into a light laughter. She's beautiful, and her laugh's hypnotizing. It was unlike anything I've heard before. "This is the first time I've seen your face change its expression. I guess the Ice Prince is a person too. I was starting to worry you were a robot." She continued to laugh. 

I sat down on the ċhėst, trying to calm myself down from the embarrassment. "Of course I'm a person, and stop calling me Ice Prince." 

She continued to laugh. "Sorry. It's just you always look so gloomy, so this is a nice change of pace." She said as she turned to her canvas to continue painting. "Just so you know, you look better when you use other expressions." 

"What are you even doing here?" I changed the topic. I have to stop embarrassing myself now. 

"I just don't wanna go home yet." She replied. "It's not like I have anything to do there anyway. What about you? Weren't you just supposed to get your bag?" 

"I was, but then I decided I wanted to draw a bit too." I said as I took the sketchpad out of my bag.

"Sorry, I'm just not used to this. You're suddenly talking to me normally. It's still such a shock." 

"Don't I look like somebody who'd talk to you?" 

"Well, you've been avoiding most of the people that have approached you, except for White. The two of you are at a whole different dimension than us." 

I chuckled. "A whole different dimension? Is that really how you see us?" I asked. 

"Kinda. You two are both so popular that I never thought I'd have a one on one conversation with any of you, but here I am doing just that. You have no idea how much my friends like you." 

"I can tell." I replied. "It's not like they're trying to hide it." 

"I can't disagree on that." She laughed. "By the way, I'm almost done with this painting. You wanna walk home together?" 

I glanced at her canvas and saw a majestic sunset. I guess she'd been painting it for a while. "If we walk in the same direction, then I don't see why not." 

I noticed her walk towards me. She stopped and leaned in closer to look at the sketch I was working on. "You're really good at drawing. You even drew me perfectly." Drew her? I looked at my drawing and I didn't even notice. I was drawing the sunset, but I didn't realize that I was drawing her too. 

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to draw you!" I apologized repeatedly. 

"No need to apologize. It looks amazing." She said as she leaned back again. "Should we head home?" 

I agreed and we both packed up our things. We, in fact, walked the same direction going home. We got to an intersection and parted ways there. I continued to walk until I arrived at our house. As soon as I arrived, I headed to my room to rest for a bit, but then I realized something...

It's been a whole month, but why did Lilac's color appear just now? Not only that, but I also get a weird feeling from their group. It's like... I feel like she wasn't the only one with colors there. During the first day, I remember seeing a fourth girl at the cafeteria. She stared at me intensely, almost like she wanted to kill me. I wonder...