Colby Brock Centric Oneshots

Dandelions

Disclaimer Trigger warning- self-harm.

He lay in a field of dandelions with his arms propped behind his head. Everyone considered dandelions weeds but he couldn't help but see the beauty in them. They were never weeds to him they were rather just misunderstood flowers. His favorite flowers if he were honest. So he lay there as the dandelions seemed to create a beautiful canvas of yellow against his flannel of mismatched patterning. The sun shone on him as his eyelids stayed closed. The breeze swayed his hair slightly as dandelion petals flew at him tickling his nose softly.

To anyone, he would look peaceful yet his thoughts were anything but peaceful.

'' I need him, and he needs me'' Sam had once said so surely.

If only that were true.

Because it was no longer Sam and Colby against the world when all Sam needed was Katrina. All Sam ever wanted or needed these days was Katrina there was no room for him. He saw it in the way that the blonde was always around the blue-haired woman. The two were inseparable in a way that he and Sam had once been. He missed it he missed the way that he had once been able to just be carefree, to get lost in Sam's eyes, and revel in the feeling of laughter. Truly he missed those times more than anything and would give anything to get them back.

But all that met him now were the constant scars that aligned his once unmarred skin. They were deep reminders that seemed to itch beneath his long-sleeved flannel at the thought of his broken bond. Those constant reminders littered his skin only being added to as the days went on.

It wasn't healthy he knew and couldn't help but be ashamed of himself for fueling the addiction. But neither was the silence that he was often met with when he tried fitting into Sam and Katrina's life. The nights spent crying himself to sleep, fake smiles, and laughs we're definitely not healthy.

Being in love wasn't healthy to him because how was he to be a third wheel when he was madly in love with the blond?

Exactly there was no proper way to be a third wheel in his scenario. Frankly, he couldn't keep doing it to himself either because if he was being honest the habit of self-harm that he'd picked up on was addicting. Far too addicting for him to handle and it was causing him to run out of places that he could cut without it being noticeable.

The sun loomed over his form he brought a palm up to shield his eyes from the sunlight rays. Still, he couldn't keep the light from getting into his eyes as his eye's shone a breathtaking crystal blue color with light specks of green. Just by looking at them, you could tell just how broken he was and he absolutely hated it. He'd always been told that eyes were like the windows to the soul and he hated how true that was. Bringing his other arm up he found himself carefully rolling up the sleeves only to come across the many scars that littered his skin.

Sighing at the sight he took it in for a moment before hopelessly dropping his arm back to the field of yellow. He just wished that he still believed that Sam needed him but that got harder to believe each day.

Wished for that to be believable or at least wished that he had enough courage to tell the older man how he felt or anyone for that matter. Although cowards never were able to confess to anything like that and that's exactly what he was a coward. The thought made him slump back down into the dandelions as rejection crossed his mind. He found himself staring into the sky not really processing what he was seeing as he dazed off.

Time was no longer a concept to him as hours went by and his phone buzzed constantly. As he lay there he found himself wishing on dandelions that Sam could be his.

Only when the sunset did he finally break away from his thoughts making his way back towards the house that he shared with his roommates. The mere thought of seeing Sam again made his heart speed up.