Sam angrily walked away from the brunette, a frown making its way across his lips. It was infuriating the way the other boy refused to talk. The artist took a deep breath, Colby's eyes flashing in his mind. It was those swirling blues that caught the blonde's attention on the first day of school, and it was the same eyes that seemed to send Sam a secret message. A glimmer, something the artist never noticed before was there. It was a sparkle amongst the dark blue, a light.
Sam was sure the brightness was the equivalent of bright yellow, the color of hope, or so that is what Sam thought hope would look like. Vibrant and beautiful. Colby was going to get help, whether he wanted it or not.
A/N: Wow, thank you guys for still reading this, it means a lot to me. I just haven't had a lot of time to write for fun while in school. It is stressful, but I do miss this. A lot. I have no real plans for this story, leave a suggestion in the comments? I also want to write another solby story, but since I have so much going on would anyone be willing to be a co-author? We can work out who wants to write what, whether it be one of us writes from sams pov and the other colbys, or we could do one of us writes odd chapters while the other one writes even. whatever floats your boat, just shoot me a message. ~Nightmare
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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.
