I was bored and doing the whole staring at the wall/thinking about the meaning of life type stuff and this popped up. It's a drabble. Not really even worthy of the title one-shot, but I hope it's satisfactory none the less.
Dylan had blue eyes.
Everyone knew that of course. But no one really understood what that really meant. It wasn't a blue like you pointed out in diagrams in kindergarten. In fact it really wasn't a color at all.
No...blue wasn't a color.
Blue was a quiet strength after his coach yelled and screamed over an unavoidable error. Blue was a sparkle when Spinner tripped and fell or said something utterly stupid. Blue was a warmth that radiated through your entire soul, lifting you up, lighting you from the inside out.
Blue was something hard to grasp. Many people never really even looked for it's true meaning. Marco did. He knew everything there was to know about it. Blue made up his entire life.
It was pure. It was honest. It was endearing.
It was perfect.
Marco wanted to spend every minute of everyday thinking about it. He would sit in class staring out the window at the sky. How the sky paled in comparison. It was so dull and so two-dimensional. So dead.
The sky wasn't blue.
Dylan's eyes however. Now they were blue.
Marco once went on a vacation to the coast. He remembered how beautiful it had been with it's golden sands and rolling waters. Marco remembered the ocean most of all. It was strong, and light-hearted, and held a sense of steadfastedness. It never wavered, it never stopped, it was never too cold. Always warm and calming, always there for you.
But.....the ocean wasn't blue.
Dylan's eyes however. They were blue.
And that was perhaps why Marco loved him so much. Because Dylan's eyes were blue. Blue in it's purest most wonderful form. Sparkling, loving, laughing, alive. Achingly beautiful. No one else had blue eyes. Not really.
His eyes were never something you could forget. It was etched into the inside of your eyelids like a tattoo. It was what you first thought of when you wake up or lie down. Hauntingly familiar, like an old friend. Amazingly new each and every time, like a sunrise. Comfortingly warm, like rays of sunshine slipping through clouds in the winter.
Dylan's eyes were blue.
And ever since Marco met Dylan....blue has always been his favorite color.
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