Okay, here we go.
I bet you enjoyed that last chapter right?
This one will be very short, its basically just like a recap from Dan's P.O.V?
I was gonna add it to the last one but it was kinda too long already
So, enjoy, and remember someone loves you.
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Maroon – Love.
Dan's P.O.V
Deep purple, baby pink, midnight blue.
Anxiety, curiosity, comfort.
Maroon.
Love.
A burning cocktail a barely legal teen drinks at a stingy bar before drunk dialling her best friend and telling him she's in love. And has been for a long time. The butterflies brew a drink in my stomach, all pineapple juice, and vodka, and something with a little... zing! You know?
Maroon. Love.
Colours fading in and out with his china doll skin.
Deep purple, baby pink, midnight blue.
His lips parted, his eyes on the stars. Those eyes I was certain held what I was searching for. Light blue shrouded in a thin veil of scattered gold, a smattering of something I could cling to. And although I try to see the colours first, and the people after, I saw him for flesh and blood, the pastel of his skin contrasting the black of his hair. His cheeks a deep tint of vermillion standing out against the neutral shades of my background.
Maroon, love.
Black heart above his own. Love on his chest, hearts on our sleeves, we mix our colours and somehow we come out like a sunset, the kind that falls before his ceiling night sky. All gold and light orange and tiny bits of baby pink.
And oh, his lips, and the burning curiosity in which their colour resides. The disconcerting simplicity they bring. His gasp, my smile, our lips pressed together, if only for a moment. Heartbeats fast but minds slow, it's over, and he looks flustered but with the touch of a smile playing on his lips.
His lips.
Maroon with love.
And then he's gone, leaving the mixture of pink blue and purple behind in emphasis on his ceiling. The weight of the product has each other colour trailing behind in a river of dust and muted pigment.
Returning, asks about the stain on his skin. The colour he cannot see.
Maroon, my love.
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