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Summary: These are Zeref's thoughts on the main colors of the world.
Colors. They made up the world he lived in. he found that, there were many more shades than he could ever experience. People told him that the world wasn't black and white, and that there were many shades of gray. Zeref didn't understand this. He agreed that yes, there were many shades of gray. But, there was so much more than that as well.
There was blue. Blue was the color of the sky. He stared at the sky a lot. The people in the world were all very different, yet they had to have some things in common. After all, they all looked at the same sky at night, and in the day. People weren't as different as they liked to pretend.
There was orange. Orange was the color of the sunset. It was beautiful, Zeref thought. People hadn't truly lived until they saw a sunset, covering the horizon with beautiful shades of color… color.
There was pink. The color of his brother's hair. Pink perhaps, might've been his favorite color. His friends would've teased him, telling him that pink was for little girls. Zeref didn't think like this. Pink was a beautiful color, it brought the kind of joy that was rivaled by no other. Pink, he thought, was the color of hearts. And hearts were wonderful things that represented love. And love was beautiful.
There was green, the color of the sea. Zeref had once thought that the ocean was blue but had changed his mind in 2nd grade. After all, people never said sea blue, it was always sea green. Zeref thought that green was the color of happiness. If it wasn't, then why would the dolphins frolic about so happily? Happily, in the sea. Zeref sometimes wished he was born in the sea. Then he might've still been happy.
White was the color of light. They even rhymed. Zeref did not like the light. It blinded him. he didn't like to be blind. But sometimes, on very rare occasions Zeref welcomed the light. After all, the darkness could get pretty boring.
There was brown, the color of the trees. Many thought that brown was a boring, dirty color. Zeref thought that it was simple, and simple things were still pretty, in his opinion. Zeref liked to touch the trees. The trunks were wet and rough. Zeref didn't like the thought of cutting them down. Trees were brown, brown was simple, therefore Zeref liked it.
Yellow, on the other hand, was not simple in the slightest. It was her color. His one love. He hated the color yellow. It was too bright, it was not simple. But somehow, it still managed to fascinate him. it was a complex color. It could be bright and blinding, like the afternoon sun. or it could be soft and beautiful, like her long flowing hair. Yellow was the color of life. she was life. therefore, she wasn't allowed to live in his presence. Yellow was dead to him now, that was for the best.
The first time Zeref saw a rainbow was the only time he saw a rainbow. Zeref found it perplexing that something so beautiful only came after it rained. the color he fell most in love with was the last color. It was overlooked in favor of orange or blue because it was dark. Because of that some people thought it was ugly. Zeref, despite loving yellow, also liked purple. Purple, he thought, had a nice tinge.
Gray. It was a bleak color. It described how he felt about everything. He didn't like to talk about gray. It described the clouds on a rainy day. He didn't like rain. Rain was wet, and Zeref didn't like to be wet. It reminded him to much of the tears he had to constantly wipe off his wet face.
Then there was red. It was one of his most hated colors. Red was the color of blood. And Zeref had seen enough of that to last all the lifetimes in the world. Blood stained his hands. He saw it there every day, it was imaginary, Zeref knew this, but it felt all too real for Zeref Dragneel. Red was the color of ferocity. It was wild and passionate, and, in some cases, it was even beautiful. It was everything Zeref stood against. This was why he hated it.
The last color was black. It was the color of many things, but whenever Zeref heard the word he thought of the black fog that swirled around his feet. Black was the color of his curse, of his soul, of his heart. Black was the color of death and it was the only color that Zeref truly despised. It was his color.
Now Zeref despised all colors. He understood that it was only meant to draw the attention away from how terrible the world was. especially now that there was only one color he knew of. The color he had despised all his life. black was the only color he knew now. He realized they had been right. The world was not black and white. There was only one color. And it had been his world for hundreds of years. The world was black. And black was the absence of color. Therefore, the world itself was colorless.
A/N Thanks for reading! If you have any suggestions for oneshots and don't want to write them yourself I'm open to writing them. The only requirements are that the idea has to be rated T or below, and it has to include Zeref. Or, you can give me a prompt you want me to do.
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