Sam's heart pounded in his chest as he escaped out the front doors of the school. He couldn't focus, his mind whirling with a certain brunette and his eyes. Sam wanted to help him, save him but the boy had built up a brick wall around himself. Sam desperately wanted to demolish it but found that it had too many layers to knock down in one go.
His chest ached as his lungs filled with the crisp air, making him feel alive more than he had in weeks. The world around him kept moving, but Sam felt as if he was still stuck in that moment, where Colby's lips remained stuck together, refusing to get help.
Somedays Sam wished he was cold, colder than ice. Then maybe he wouldn't care, it seemed that caring always got the blonde in more trouble than he could handle, but his heart and stomach lurched in protest, his mind gently whispering,
"Colby is anything but trouble, just broken."
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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.
