A/N: I made this confusing I'm sorry y'all to clear things up: once Ryan saw Brendon he saw color and same for Brendon. Ryan can still see color but he refers to Brendon as color because Brendon showed him how beautiful color is.... ok peace fuckers :)
Brendon's POV:
I miss you too- Ry
Brendon slouched against the lockers he had been so scared.
Scared he lost Ryan.
Scared he lost the light of his world.
He wanted Ryan back he wanted to see his whiskey colored eyes. As they took in their surroundings, like a hungry wolf stalking a bunny.
Everything in color had been so amazing and alive.
There was also a dark side to color.
Whenever Brendon felt that empty dread pulling at his stomach.
Whenever he felt the world push its weight down on him.
Whenever he was alone with himself, his thoughts and a blade.
He saw the ugliest of colors,
The bright red that seeped from his wrist.
The white marks it's stain him with after a week or so of healing.
He loved Ryan,
But how much longer could he do it?
How much longer could he hold on?
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✵ Living in Color ✵ Ryden AU
FanfictionThe brown eyed boy turned around, looking down at his sweatshirt I suddenly realized it was lavender, lavender- a color.
