There's a trigger warning for depression. Don't read if you're easily triggered!
Dan was monochromatic. He was every color on the grey spectrum; black was for the deepest and darkest of days when he could do nothing more than lay in bed and think. Think about how pointless his existence was, how he would never amount to anything and might as well just give up. It was barely touched plates of food and Simple Plan on repeat. It was not responding to anyone who messaged him because he didn't have the energy to actually hold a conversation.
White was for when he could actually bare the weight of his problems. It was going outside for the first time in a while and maybe, if he were lucky, having the energy to take a short walk to the cafe near his flat and get coffee. It was his brown eyes holding the faintest flicker of a flame, and his smile looking slightly more realistic.
Grey, however, was everything in between; it was his repetitive schedule. the stress that sometimes consumed his whole being, turning him black. It was friends that he didn't really connect to on an emotional scale and not really feeling like he had anyone, or that anyone had him.
Then there was Phil.
And Phil was every single color out there. He was as blue as the sky above, as blue as the deepest ocean, as blue as his eyes that reminded him of twinkling stars, which Dan swore could see right through him.
He was as red as Dan's cheeks got when Phil complimented him, as red as his soul, which was that of a roaring fire, the flames becoming dangerously close to burning Dan. He was as red as his heart, which held an infinite amount of love for everyone and everything.
He was yellow for the sun, which didn't amount to the brightness of Phil's smile. The smile that made the sun jealous and could blind a person, that held kindness and hope, even when Dan couldn't find any.
He was as orange as the mane of a lion, as orange as the sun when it settled over the horizon, too exhausted to brighten the world anymore.
He was the darkest of purples when he couldn't keep a smile on his face anymore. On those nights, it was Dan's turn to become yellow and orange and red and blue, making sure that his best friend wouldn't dim too low, that his fire never burnt out.
He was as silver as the moon, lighting a path in the darkest of nights so Dan would never get too lost. He was as silver as a knight's armor, protecting Dan from the evilest of demons, battling them away not for him, but with him.
And when they came together, there was an explosion of red and green and silver and black and blue and orange until Dan was every single color that Phil was, until he could barely remember what black or grey or even white felt like.
But there were times when he lost his color, when he became monochromatic again, slipping away into the darkest of blacks and the dimmest of whites.
Those were the times where Phil would give him some of his color until he recovered his own.
It's 4:30 in the morning and i should be sleeping but instead i'm writing gay fanfiction because i obviously have my priorities straight.
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