Jay never really knew what color was. He had heard stories before, that when you find your soulmate the world becomes... Colorful. No one could ever find another word to describe it, and that irritated Jay. Colorful? What did that even mean?
But ever since he had met Tim, his world had somehow changed. Everything began to shift from its usual shades of grey and black, in a way that Jay could never quite put into words. Jay often wondered if he was seeing color as he and Tim moved from motel to motel, struggling to survive.
Not that any of that mattered now. Jay looked down at the bloody gunshot wound in his side. It hurt. He tried to move, to get up, but a wave of pain shot through his side as firm hands pushed him down into the uncomfortable car seat he was in. Wait, car seat? When did he get in a car? Jay couldn't remember, and stopped trying to almost immediately.
"Don't try to move." Jay looked up to see Tim gazing down at him with worried eyes. Jay nodded weakly. Tim spotted a phone on the dashboard and quickly punched in a number.
"911, what is your emergency?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked. "M-my friends been shot." Tim said, trying to at least ACT calm. It didn't work for long. "He's bleeding really badly!" He added, his voice rising in panic. "Calm down sir. Now, can you tell me where you are?"
Jay stopped listening. His vision became fuzzy, and he slowly closed his eyes. He was tired now. Maybe he could just take a short nap... "No, Jay! Wake up!" Tim screeched as he shook his friend. "Please don't do this to me." He said, his voice dropping as his eyes filled with tears. "Sir, are you still there?" Tim froze. He hung up, dropping the phone as he burst into tears. His whole world, everything he could see, had slowly faded to grey.