dan despised colors.
he saw them everywhere, clouding every inch of his view, with every tiny creak of the floorboard another color and shape appeared.
dan's name was a cloudy gray, which he thought, suited him perfectly.
it was the color of his mood and outlook on life.
gray.
every time he met someone new, it was a new color, a new shape.
and every color had a personality.
a feeling.
except gray.
a/n
this was kinda an intro ish thing but i hope you liked it ! ❤️
p.s. dan's synesthesia is when you can see sounds as colors and shapes and letters and names have their own colors.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
synesthesia ; phan au
Fanfictionsyn·es·the·sia ˌsinəsˈTHēZHə/ the production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body.
