The purple and blues seemed to melt off of his skin. He was a clean slate once again. No bounding footsteps or the stench of Alcohol greeted him. Instead, it was a blonde telling him to stand still with a giggle. Promises of kisses and cuddling were shared as a reward for it all. Colby didn't want to wake up. Blonde hair and blue eyes flashed together as the dream continued. He was art in a notebook instead of a sculpture of bone being beaten to create a new form.
He wished the dream would never end but he could hear the footsteps and he could smell the alcohol once again.
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Paint *Solby*
FanfictionA broken boy who pictures himself as a canvas A struggling artist who has lost inspiration Trigger Warning, intense scenes with description of abuse and violence. Read at your own risk.
