Colorblind

by Siera Maley

It was no wonder Robbie was an Atheist; the idea that something intelligent enough to design thinking, feeling, living creatures would then assign them unchangeable expiration dates was horrifying.

Life would go on with or without Chloe Stephens, after all. It waited for no one. It never had.

“Harper, people are not milk cartons,” Dad sighed out. “You don’t pick and choose the ones you think will last the longest without going sour. If it feels right, you just go with it until it doesn’t feel right anymore. And sometimes when something goes wrong, it hurts. That doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth it in the first place.”

“She could be a serial killer. Or the bait for a serial killer.” “Then I will miss you dearly. Goodbye, Harper.”

I mean, I couldn’t really even let myself get close enough to a girl to start to like her as a person, let alone as a friend or anything more.

See, when guys do it, it’s creepy and gross, but I’m female and adorable and you actually like hanging out with me, so it’s okay.”

“I like you. It doesn’t have to be complicated, and there doesn’t have to be years of tension and buildup. I just met you and I like you and that’s enough for me.”

Have you ever considered the fact that maybe the goal of life isn’t to get through it as painlessly as possible?”

I jokingly thought about how easier this conversation would’ve been if one of us were a boy. Boys were used to initiating conversations.

I beg to differ

I just want to be happy. Ignoring things makes me happy. Ignorance is bliss, right?”

Did you know that one of the biggest regrets dying people have is that they let other people dictate how they lived their lives?”