This is my first story, no flames please. Constructive criticism is helpful though. Set in a world where no one sees colours until they meet their soulmate. Boyxboy, don't like, don't read. Warning: self harm, death, suicide
Black, white
Black, white
Black, white
Grey.
No colour, ever. Only shades.
Until, that is, Dan meet his soulmate.
Black, white, grey
Blue
The first colour Dan saw was Phil's eyes, sparkling like diamonds in the sea of black, white, grey.
Blue, red
When Dan walked home, everything started to become colourful...
Blue, red
Grey
He never realised that some things will still be grey. His shirt, his shoes.
Blue, red, green.
Green as the grass, Phil's t-shirt.
A window into the colours of love.
Then Dan finally plucks up the courage to ask "Can you see them too?"
Phil looks puzzled. "See what Dan?"
"The colours, Phil."
"I don't know what you're talking about"
And then Dan runs. Home. Away. Anywhere but here.
Red.
The colour as his blood spills to his carpeted floor.
And now Phil sees it too,
Brown
Red
Blue
Blue as the water when Phil jumps off the bridge, to see Dan again.