COLORS [rhink] (COMPLETED)

JAUNE CANARI

Yellow / Jaune-

of the color between green and orange in the spectrum, a primary subtractive color complementary to blue; colored like ripe lemons or egg yolks.

yellow is the color of lights .

yellow is the color of his favorite hoodie .

yellow is the color of the chipping paint on the guest room's walls.

yellow reminded him of daffodils .

yellow reminded him of leftover cheese slices that would sit in their fridge .

yellow reminded him of the moon .

yellow was another color that reminded him of him.

yellow.

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It took about a week after Rhett arrived and when the question had risen, for Sue to conjure up an answer.

Rhett really didn't expect one, not so soon at least.

She had approached him when he was bringing Charles home from visiting the local library, she said to him that she wanted to talk and they waited 'til the young brunnette had busied himself with other things and left the room.

They had sat in the living room of the house, sitting in silence for a moment.

"I have my answer." she spoke after a while.

Rhett had looked at her with wide eyes, but never said a word.

"As hard as it is for me, I'm saying yes," she told him, looking him in the eyes. "only because I believe that if he leaves here, he can have a fresh start and have a better life."

Rhett had nodded, too stunned to say anything. He stood and walked over to the short woman, who had now placed her head in her hands, shaking slightly. He pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back and whispered a 'thank you' after a while.

As much as Rhett didn't want to believe it, Sue was right. Charles needed a new beginning and a better life, he knew it had to be hard on Sue to say such things, because all a mother wants is their children to be is okay, to be okay with who they are and where they're at.

Sue, afterwards, went to the store for the month's groceries, she kissed Charles goodbye and waved at Rhett, who gestured the same.

Rhett then let Charles lead him by hand to the living room, and let the brunnette read a book that he picked up while they visited the library.

It wasn't an overly complicated book but, Rhett was still taken aback at the boys use of words, as if he had forgotten that he was older than he last saw him.

It also didn't take long before Charles fell asleep, face squished against the carpeted floor. Rhett smiled at him before carefully carrying him to his bedroom. He laid the boy on the small bed that sat in the middle of the room, covering him in the dinosaur printed blankets that had been squished at the end of the bed.

He heard the brunette sigh softly before continuing to snore lightly. Rhett exited the room as quietly as he could and made his way to the room they were previously in. He walked toward a small hallway that held three doors. Of the three, one held a room that had Charles' painting and other pieces of work. He was told by the boy's mother that he was free to look at it, as long as Charles was okay with it. He knew Charles wasn't going to be open enough to let Rhett look at them.

He felt guilt beginning to pool within him, and contemplated going back and lounging in the living room. His curiosity got the best of him and he opened the second door in the thin hallway. He walked in and closed the door, in case Charles wakes up and stumbles upon him.

He lets his eyes adjust to the room, it was brightly lit, due to there being a huge window near the center of one of the walls. There was an easel by the window, a half started painting rested on it. He walked near it, taking the detail. It was a man, standing next to another silhouette that was yet to be painted. The scenery was something of a small town, parts of a buildings shown in the background.

His hands gently lifted the rectangular object, emerald eyes inspecting the work further. He turned it to where he was looking at the back, there was light writing. Rhett squinted his eyes and brought the painting closer to himself.

From what he could make out, it read;

11/04/87

It's been a year, i haven't been able to cope, well as much as a nine year old can. My mother won't stop crying, i haven't been able to cry. i feel bad, like crap. i just wish he wouldn't of left. i don't understand his reasons, that's all. if i knew, i'd understand.

im just hurt.

/ lincoln neal.

The writing was sloppy nonetheless, so there was other words Rhett couldn't understand. He placed the painting to it's respected place, and gave the room one last glance before leaving.

He made his way back to the living room, settling on the couch. He let himself fall into the pregnant silence of the room as thoughts chased for him.

He felt his shoulders deflate, and a unnerving feeling pooled in his stomach. He wanted to tell Charles why he left, but he never had the courage to. He didn't understand why it was so hard, Charles was young and he said he would understand.

He felt his eyes close and sleep take over his body, just as the door opened.