It was against the law for any citizen of Jarthopia to enter the site of the portal, but Edomar was only 264 years old (still quite young in Jarthopian years) and his curiosity got the better of him.
There had been a blinding light and he’d ended up on Earth, a planet he’d studied and people he’d come to despise, in his Science class. But he had greatly admired the spectrum of colours these callous humans had been blessed with, as his home planet was mostly colourless, with just a few hues of bistre.
After his initial shock had subsided, he’d tried for weeks to return but those had turned to months and then years.
Eddie (as he now called himself) refused to give up, until he’d met her. She was kind, genuine (not like most humans whose minds he’d read) and would unselfishly offer help, without the expectation of anything else in return, quite a rare quality in a human being..
For the first time in years Eddie wasn’t too despondent with the thought of spending the rest of his life on Earth.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner