"Thank you."
Colby's voice was as delicate as him. Soft and absolutely pure. At least that's what Sam assumed.
Heart pounding and a smile permanent on his lips, Sam could feel heat rush to his cheeks. He didn't mind, in fact, he was too focused on the boy in front of him to care.
The air between the two got warmer, as they leaned in closer. The bruised boy leaning into the comforting blonde.
Neither knew it at that moment, but later as they parted ways they would feel a pang of sadness as they watched the other walk off.
Sam to his blank canvas as home and Colby to his artist, awaiting more bruise.
Both would cling on to the other, counting down the seconds until they saw each other 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.
