Hey guys! First oneshot I have written for a while! I wrote this for an assessment at school, hope you enjoy!

Trigger warning: Suicide

Our world is a crazed red, twisted and distorted. When I first met you, I looked into those pride filled eyes of yours and saw the start of something new. Back then, our new world was blue.

But as time passed, our little blue relationship moved into the colour of jealousy, happiness, purity, emptiness before being stuck at the colour of passion, love, anger and hate, such a vibrant colour for the strong emotions of ours. We didn't mean for our emotions to get to us, all we wanted was to continue with the blue we had once before, you gave me something that I won't forget too soon. But of course, you left me behind.

I seemed to not care for a long while, thinking back to the beautifully disgusting relationship we had. That pout of yours, it was so adorable that it sickened me as you ruffled those blonde locks of yours, those bottle green eyes I loved to hate, shimmering with tears.

The day I became greener than your eyes, I saw you with the man who was bluer than our relationship had ever been, it was disgusting. You had the nerve to look happy with him; your smile so white that it was blinding, your meaningless soul yellow. But, as selfish as it sounds, it made me feel depressed. Why? Maybe I still wanted the red relationship. In my boring life, it was the only thing that gave me the rush of adrenaline I craved for; our fights were always new, I loved it.

As the days went on and the months grew cold, you became closer with the man who was blue and it was soon crystal clear that you were dating him. It made my heart clench in my chest, I went home in a fit of red and trashed everything in sight. Even after that, it still broke my heart at the fact you were with him, I thought I would have got over it.

I continue looking back on the colourful past, witnessing our relationship crumble all over again. I was always to blame for the faults in our relationship, you were so blinded by your orange ego, you couldn't see that you were never perfect either. When I asked you if you were having an affair with my brother, you stood there and glared at me, not saying a word. You question why I suspected you when you just stood there and said nothing. All it would have taken was a simple no, everything would have been forgotten. You call me sick and crazy, I'm not the one who has to constantly go to the doctors to see if I'm mentally stable. You're the crazy one. And I'm sorry, I really am.

As I hear footsteps approaching, I look up with a sad look in my once joyful blue eyes. "Al?" you say in that sickeningly sweet voice of yours, tears in your beautiful eyes. I am unable to answer though. I am no longer able to touch, taste, speak, feel anything anymore. My blonde is stained red and a gun lays by side. There was never a blue man who made my love happy. For the blue man was just the helpless green man, it was me all along. When the bullet pierced through my skull, I saw my fantasy world come alive. I lived as the blue man and made my love's smile white and his soul yellow.

But now I am meaningless.

Just a man, fading to green, fading to blue, fading to yellow, fading to red,

Fading to nothing.