{Forevermore} Chapter 5 Video

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__________Nick's POV__________
I roll my eyes and squeeze between my car and the poorly parked VW Bug that's angled so awkwardly it looks like it's trying to mount my black lamborghini. And just as I'm about to unlook the door, Kevin yanks down my hood, swipes my sunglasses, and runs to the passenger side where he urges me, via not-so-subtle head tilts and thumb jabs, to look at Amy who's standing behind me.
So I do. I mean, it's not like I can avoid it forever. So I take a deep breath and look.
And what I see leaves me unable to speak, blink, move. And even though Kevin startes waving at me, glaring at me, and basically giving me every signal he can think of to abort the mission and return to headquarters-I can't. I mean, I'd like to, because I know I'm acting like the freak everyone's already convinced that I am, but it's completely impossible. And it's not just because Amy is undeniably beautiful, with her shiny dark hair that hits just shy of her shoulders, but when she looks at me, when she lifts her dark sunglasses and meets my gaze, I see that her almond shaped eyes are deep, dark, and strangely familiar, framed by lashes so lush they almost seem fake. and her lips! Her lips are ripe and inviting with a perfect Cupid's bow. And the body that holds it all up is long, lean, tight, and clad in all black.
"Um, Nick? Hel-lo? You can wake up now. Please." Kevin turns to Amy, laughing nervously.
"Sorry about my brother here, he usually has his hood on."
It's not like I don't know I have to stop. I need to stop right now. But Amy's eyes are fixed on mine, and their color grows deeper as her mouth begins to curve. But it's not her complete gorgeousmess that has me so transfixed. It has nothing to do with that. It's mainly the way the entire area surrounding her body, starting from her glorious head and going all the way down to the square-cut toes of her black motorcycle boots, consists of nothing but blank empty space.
No color. No aura. No pulsing light show.
Everyone has an aura. Every living being has swirls of color emanating from their body. A rainbow energy field they're not even aware of. And it's not like it's dangerous, or scary, or in any way bad, it's just part of the visible (well, to my brothers and I anyway) magnetic field.
Before the accident my brothers and I didn't even know about things like that. And we definitely wasn't able to see it. But from the moment we woke in the hospital, we noticed color everywhere.

"Are you feeling okay?" The red-haired nurse asked, gazing down anxiously.
"Yes, but why are you all pink?" I squinted, confused by the pastel glow that enveloped her.
"Why am I what?" She struggled to hide her alarm.
"Pink. You know, it's all around you, especially your head."
"Okay, you just rest and I'll go get the doctor," She said, backing out of the room and running down the hall.
It wasn't until after we'd been subjected to a barrage of eye exams, brain scans, and pysch evals that we learned to keep the colorwheel sightings to ourselves. And by the time we started hearing thoughts, getting life stories by touch, we knew better than to share.
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