My World Is Painted In Grayscale (Post-Apoctylyptic AU)

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by AnimeGachaLife

by AnimeGachaLife

Tamaki's POV

TW: Gore/Character Death

My world and life are painted in grayscale.

The scale was tinged and flickered a violent shade of red at the sight of my fallen friend and his decayed, bloodied corpse. The world felt like it was spinning around me as I stumbled towards him. The ground was unsteady, small rocks covering it like a fur blanket, causing me to fall to my knees near the foot of his body. My knees stung at the impact, but all were ignored at the sight of the figure. His short, damp blonde hair was matted down on their forehead, his skin held a pale gray tint (though it was mostly covered in blood anyway). His left leg was left crushed under a broken wooden plank. Leaving maggots and mosquitos crawling through the crushed limb on the floor. His clothes were in tatters, singed black at the edges.

My hands were shaky as I slowly attempted to grab his right hand. His palm was calloused, bloody, and decaying; but I liked to pretend it still held the same warmth it did only months before. His fingers were long and bony, even that was different. My other hand slowly moved a strand of hair from his face. I wish he looked at peace. But in his final moments alive his face held a pained, fearful wide-eyed expression. Made sense considering they died from a bomb if anything.

My eyes stung as fat tears fell into my vision, falling down the bridge of my nose. "Damn, Mirio.. Why did you h-have to leave the bomb shelter first?..." I slowly managed to rasp out. My lungs stung as if I hadn't spoken in days. The corpse didn't respond, as expected. But I almost felt his bright blue eyes staring back at me, as they had just days before.

A strand of indigo hair fell between my eyes. Shattering my thoughts entirely. I let my head fall to our clasped hands, letting stray tears fall. A sob erupted from my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut. "Why you? The rest of the people in the bomb shelter lived. Why couldn't I have gone instead? Why couldn't I have died with you?..." I choked out. The radiation from the bomb probably would have killed me if I had left right after the smaller bombshells exploded.

"How could you leave me?..." I mumbled, opening my eyes once again.

I left our hands clasped for what felt like hours. I let tears fall till my eyes dried and I was all out.

My world and life are painted in grayscale. Life passes by and moves on like the cassette tape that roles on a tape machine. Mirio's cassette cut short. But I'll make sure mine doesn't. Even when the emptiness that will inevitably cave and well up decides to finally release. Even when the air I breathe becomes a noose, tugging and itching at the skin on my neck more and more until I can't take it anymore and want it to just drag me up.

A/N

Regarding the whole "grayscale" idea, its supposed represents mental health. And along that line, grayscale, or just gray in general does represent misery and a dull and/or dark state of mind.

And the whole "Why couldn't I have gone instead" and "Why couldn't I have gone with you?" does represent a codependent relationship that Mirio and Tamaki probably had. And I'll have y'all know that that crap isn't healthy. But regardless of all that,

Damn, I need some time of schedule.

Haha, so I haven't written much angst for this ship, so I decided to give it a shot (Because I love angst with all my heart and soul). How was it?

Constructive feedback is much appreciated!

And do you have any suggestions for the next oneshot? Well, guess what? I'm desperate for ideas because I am not creative what-so-ever!!! SO PLEASE SUGGEST IDEAS AND/OR AUS-

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