triggers- insomnia, mentions of abuse.
*now*
Dan woke up in a cold sweat. He had the nightmare again. He looked around and saw he was in his new flat still. Sheet music scattered everywhere, notebooks laying opened on the floor and paint pots on possibly every table top. His lilac purple walls covered in paintings soothed the shaken boy. He looked at the bear next to him, and picked it up. He wrapped his arms around the small toy and held it to his chest. He felt like a child, but that damn bear was all he had. He looked at the alarm clock next to his bed. 7:14 am. Dan had been diagnosed with insomnia after the incident with Casper, and the most hours of sleep he would get was 2. Tonight was maybe 3. He decided to get up, go on a walk and maybe get a coffee. Dan stumbled around the dark room and grabbed a pair of white jeans, white button up and covered it with a purple jumper. He grabbed his light pink high tops and sighed. He hated living alone. It was lonely, he was always scared and he couldn't talk to anyone. He even picked up talking to himself in the last months, just more reasons for people to think he's crazy. He walked into the bathroom, and didn't even bother to look at himself. He brushed his teeth, and then grabbed the hairbrush. He combed the curly mess a little before giving up, and placed a white and violet flower crown on his head. He grabbed his wallet and phone, and walked out the door. He exited the apartments, and walked down the cold London streets. It was a Thursday morning, so many stores weren't open yet. He looked at windows, seeing couple in clothing ads smile and laugh together. Usually, someone who had their heart shattered, emotionally and physically, would say "oh how bad do I want that?" Dan couldn't want it any less. He never wants to be in love again. He can't be broken anymore then he is now, and he just wants to be alone. But then he doesn't. But he promised himself, he wouldn't let himself fall in love ever again. He looked at the Starbucks, seeing that it didn't open for another hour, but the lights were in a little café up the street. He took his time, and when he reached the small place, he looked in. There was a person at the counter, and someone sitting at a table inside. They had jet black hair, and their icy, ocean were locked on their phone screen. He had on a black leather jacket with diamond studs on the shoulder, and black skinny jeans. Dan walked in, and the boy didn't look up. "Dammit." Dan thought, and sighed. He didn't even look at the boy. Since it was finally October, dan ordered a pumpkin spice latte, and waited at the counter. He gazed the man with blue eyes, until the barista tapped his shoulder. "Have a nice day." He spoke with a smile, as dan just lightly smiled. There was one table in front of the window, and to get there, dan needed to walk by blue eyes. He pulled on jumper and fixed his horrible posture momentarily. He sucked in a breath and began to walk to the table in the corner. The one place he forgot the check was his shoes. He stepped on one of the hightop's laces and fell the floor, as he latte flew in the air. He looked up and saw blue eyes glaring at him, covered in a brown liquid. Dan gulped. Whoops.
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true colors
أدب الهواةit's funny how we fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.