The gray sky loomed over the city flower garden that afternoon. A gentle breeze blew through the colorless flowers, ruffling a stray strand of Marius’s disheveled hair. Narrowing his eyes, he raised a hand to shield himself from cold flakes. "Boring..." Marius muttered to himself.

With a camera hanging from his neck, Marius looked around the snow-covered garden, only to see the same monochromatic world—dull and lifeless shades of gray. Life felt so monotonous, and the world seemed to age endlessly. "I just want to disappear..." he sighed.

"No use complaining, Marius," he reminded himself. Taking a deep, heavy breath, he lifted his camera to his eye level. Adjusting the lens, he pointed it at the withered flowers, hoping to capture something worthwhile.

Click. Click. Click.

His fingers pressed the shutter button weakly, lacking any enthusiasm. It felt pointless because no matter what he saw, what he felt, everything remained bland.

Scrolling through the pictures he had taken, he began deleting the ones he deemed unworthy of keeping. But then, his breath hitched as he stumbled upon the last photo in his gallery.

On the camera screen, the face of a girl appeared in the frame, accidentally captured by his lens. She was bending down, looking serene, and she was so... colorful.

For the first time in years, trapped in his monochrome world, he saw color in someone else. The world around him suddenly felt alive. Little by little, the dull canvas of his existence was painted with vibrant hues, all because of her. "I need to know her..."

Without hesitation, he immediately printed the photograph, not wanting to lose this fleeting moment. His hands trembled as he scribbled his phone number on the back of the Polaroid. He knew this was impulsive, even crazy, but he also knew it was the only glimmer of hope he had felt in his otherwise lifeless existence.

As he stood there, ready to take a bold step, uncertainty crept into his mind. "What if she doesn’t like it?" he thought nervously.

Still, the pull toward this nameless girl was irresistible. Like a moth drawn to a flame, he moved forward. With heavy yet determined steps, he approached her—the girl who had unknowingly captivated his heart. "Excuse me," he said softly.

"I... I accidentally took a picture of you earlier," he admitted, holding out the Polaroid. "I wanted to give it to you. I think... I think it belongs to you now."