I was walking in the meadow looking at all the colorless flowers. The sun shining down on the morning dew didn't make a bit of difference. Not even a sparkle. Just sad black and white. As always.

Suddenly, a ladybug lands on one of the flowers, and I slightly gasp. I don't know why though. It's not like it would have made everything have color. Not even one thing would make anything have color. Except true love. Which will never come around for me. I sadly walk away, thinking of all that could be if only I could see color.