~ Time-Skip from last chapter to midnight ~

I take out my earbuds, but I don't put them in. I stare at them.

Every time someone talks I see quick flashes of color. Whenever something makes a noise, it's the same thing. But for some reason, the noises are brighter at night, and the music gives me... strange patterns, but beautiful ones. All different ones.

But it's not normal, and that's the problem.

Who knew Synesthesia was a thing? Who knew I was one of the only people who witnessed the world this way? Does that make me crazy? No, but still.

I sigh, shaking my head of thoughts. It's stupid.

I put in my earbuds, and click Heathens/Carousel Nightcore.

With every beat of the drums, every ting, and every word, bright lights flash and I try to watch them. Deep purple for the tings. Orange for the female voice. A sickly green for the male's. Strange pink for this noise, and a baby blue for that one.

Isn't it fascinating?

No. It's just my synesthesia...