Everything is grey… My home, the trees, people, even my own reflection. I can't remember when it started or if it was always like this. But one thing I know for sure: everything is grey. No colors. My days pass in the same steady, lifeless rhythm. I wake up, wash my face, have breakfast, go to work, come back home, eat dinner, stare at the ceiling, listen to the ticking clock, and fall asleep. And still… everything is grey. I see huge numbers of people every day. They always rush somewhere, eyes glued to their phones barely noticing anyone else. I guess it's normal. All of them are grey. And I think they see me the same way. I don't know. I never asked. I thought I would die in this grey world, without ever seeing real colors again. But one day changed my life completely — the moment I met her eyes. I don't know the season (everything is grey anyway). But that day, I suddenly wanted to go to a café. I sat on a chair and started reading an ordinary grey newspaper. The doorbell rang, and as the café door opened, I turned my head toward the sound. And then… I saw blue. Her eyes were blue. For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. I shut my eyes tightly, then opened them slowly. She was still there. Her eyes were undeniably blue — like… I couldn't even find a comparison, because everything else around her was still grey. I looked at her again and again and then our eyes met. I felt she had looked at me before too, but this time her look was different. She looked at me with interest. I blinked, and she smiled. I closed my eyes again — I don't know for how long — and when I opened them, she was gone. God… maybe I really was hallucinating. But when I looked toward the window, I saw her again. Her blue eyes. That night, I couldn't sleep. I didn't know what was happening to me. There was a strange feeling in my chest, a tension in my stomach . I couldn't handle it — I had never felt anything like this before. That night, for the first time in my entire life, I truly thought about someone. I thought about her eyes. The next day, instead of going to work, I automatically walked to the café. I didn't know why or what force was pulling me there. But I found her. I sat next to her without even realizing it. She smiled at me and said, “Hi.” We started talking. Her name is Azure. A rare name. When I asked about its meaning, she said, “It comes from Persian and means bright blue sky. My parents named me because of my—” “Because of your eyes,” I said. “Yes,” she answered, her smile radiant. “Yours are amazing too — green, like hazel.” “You can see the color of my eyes?” I asked. “Of course,” she said, surprised. I hesitated, because until now I thought everyone see me like the same way I see myself and others. But she was exception. I liked her smile. I liked her humor. I liked her eyes. For the first time in my life, I started to like something — I mean, someone. The sun was setting, and people were leaving the café. Azure said she needed to go as well. As soon as she walked out, something inside me cracked open — like a piece of me was missing. I realized which piece. I ran through the streets like someone insane, but none of that mattered. I had to find her. I needed to find my missing piece. Running among countless people, I finally spotted her — her blue eyes guiding me like a beacon. Without a second thought, I hugged her and kissed her. And then I felt a drop of rain. The rain poured down, but we didn't care. I had found the missing part of my soul. When I looked around, I couldn't believe my eyes. I saw colors — the whole world was washed clean, as if the rain had erased all the grey. How beautiful the world was! Green trees, red and pink flowers… I saw millions of colors. I even saw a rainbow with seven colors. And her eyes… Now I can say without doubt: her eyes are like the sky above us — cerulean, vibrant, and calm. Her blue eyes weren't just beautiful — they were a revolution, a spark that brought my life back from the shadow.