Tempestuous

10.

He must have not realized he'd been crying, because Angel looked at him like he was broken and held his hand out to cup Leo's cheek.

And then he felt a new color. He felt it against his dry lips, it was moist and soft and sweet and red but then when it touched Leo's blue it became streaked with something completely different.

Something he didn't find a name for until his eyes focused on the flowers in Angel's hand.

So the last was purple.

And purple was a half-hearted kiss.

And it was so, so, very bittersweet.

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The broken pieces all fell into place, and Angel was overwhelmed by what he could only describe as a beautiful, potent, purple.

But unfortunately, he could gather the sense that Leo would describe this color as, bittersweet.

So that's when the reality set in.

And then, he felt the red. He felt the red pumping through both of their veins as he was pushed back against the wall and Leo's eyes only spoke confusion and sadness.

The red was quickly replaced by blue, the blue of his now tear-stained shirt and the light shining in through the window. And he wanted to say there was blue in Leo's eyes, but all he could sense was dull, and dead, and gray.

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After he saw Angel on the ground and his head ached and he could not feel anything at all, he just wanted to disappear. He felt blinded and stripped of everything he had. His once vibrant life was lost and all the colors retreated once again into their shells of black and white and everything in between.

But it took a moment before he realized that when one thing dies, something else is born.

And that's when he saw how his jar of color had cracked and when their lips touched, Angel consumed all of it.

To him, it felt gray. Because that's all that he was allowed to feel.