Sharp ice pierced his lungs causing them to fill up with white, thorny, wet, and cold roses wrapped around his beating heart causing it to ooze with black. The colors formed a puddle, swirling together until they formed grey. He had once dealt with black and then white but dealing with grey seemed almost impossible.
It was as if he couldn't breathe for each time he opened his mouth, a wheezing gasp left his parted lips. Not once did he breathe normally, his lungs becoming filled with white that he was choking on his own spit. His heart oozed black that he was becoming exhausted and his chest felt oddly tight.
He wanted to detail the emotion of grey yet it was causing him so much pain. Pain that announced itself through the strokes of the grey brush. Pain that was freezing itself into his bones. Pain that was shining brightly in those otherwise dull eyes. Pain, the only feeling that became noticeable within his body of white.
Grey was worse than black and white. It was horrendous to even feel for Grey took away all feeling except pain. It didn't give you choice to feel any other emotion, any other colors except itself. It was light as a feather, sharp as glass, and it tasted of something cold.
The taste to grey was confusing for it was a mixture of sour and bitter, he couldn't describe it as well as he would have liked so he labeled that grey must taste cold. For what feeling wouldn't when all it gave you was cold pain. Grey was like a blanket that wrapped around your form, it envelops you within its coldness and the warmth that you had felt before vanishes completely.
He was choking, trying to cough up the whiteness that filled his lungs. It splattered against the floor, disgusting and having chunks of oranges, purples, and sizzling greens. His throat burned heavily yet all he felt was cold. His body couldn't help but sink to the floor, eyes becoming filled with clear water that slipped down his cheeks because he was feeling so grey. So much cold. He was freezing and he couldn't warm up no matter how many times he's tried.
Grey was choking you, it blocks your ability to breathe and its cold hands wrap around your throat. It's closing around you now and you can't help but let out a soft sob of discomfort. It hurts but you can't stop it, it's so cold but you can't warm yourself up.
His head bounced against the soft multicolored walls, the grey brush that was being held within two pale and trembling fingers falling to the floor with a soft thud.
His body sunk to the floor, hands falling to the ground as grey began to choke him once more. White filled his lungs and as he coughed it back up, all that was on the ground was sizzling greens. His lips wobbled, his body swayed. His vision became nothing but merged up colors as his body met with the cold floor.
Grey was beginning to rule over his colors. It was beginning to wash away his feelings until only pain remained. He was fading but he couldn't figure out how to brighten himself up. He was like a flower that was slowly wilting, he needed care and love yet they were as nonexistent as the feelings he desperately ached to have back so as to abandon this pain of coldness.
The canvas in front of him stayed intact as if it was mocking the unconscious boy. A simple silhouette stood out amongst the black room, wrapped up in a grey blanket. He was sunken to the floor, head bowed and his features becoming lighter. Why? Because he was fading and he had no way to brighten himself up.
Grey wasn't leaving anytime soon so be a good lad and try not to fade.
━━━◯━━━
Another chapter delivered! I'm probably sure that it's only because These are so short. Comment your thoughts ^^
YOU ARE READING
Rose Gold| Paint series
Short Story[Book one of the Paint series.] A boy details his emotions through painting, one color at a time.
