The Dying Light

ch7 it's all just... Gray

{ Virgil's dream }

Virgil set in his room. He was about six years old

His ceiling was a dark purple that drip to the walls, and it had a cool effects like it was dripping down the walls, with the walls being white

More than half of his wall was purple

Virgil was laying on his bed sketching something when he heard a knock on his door

"Virgil," it was deceit "dinner's ready"

Deceit was 3 years older than Virgil, and took up the role of caretaker for the dark sides
(since he was the oldest)

"okay" the young Virgil said happily getting up, and going to the door

Deceit was standing outside waiting for Virgil.

They walk down into the kitchen as everything faded out

Then Everything was cold

He was consumed by the darkness

Virgil  looked around

All around him was blackness

When he look down. he saw a paintbrush, and a lot of different colors of paint

along with a note

The note read

' have fun painting'

As he read those words he's understood

He picked up the paint brush, and dipped it in the blue

He stroked it in the air, and it faded into the Blackness making a beautiful stripe of blue

{ real life }

"Virgil" said a soft voice

Virgil felt someone shaking his shoulder gently

" Virgil, wake up" the voice said a bit louder, and Virgil could tell it was Romans

Virgil's eyes open and he was meant by Romans

Virgil rub his eyes tiredly

Virgil slowly realized he was laying on the ground, and that he was really cold

Roman had a kind of panicked look on his face as he said " why did you do that?"

"Do what?" Virgil asked still tired

"Why did you sleep on the floor?" Roman said, and Virgil's memory returned to him from yesterday

" because you were sleeping in my bed" Virgil said looking up at Romans

" why didn't you let me sleep on the ground?" Roman said concerned, and kind of irritated

" because you needed it more than me" Virgil said yawning, and standing up

Roman watched as Virgil walked into the bathroom, and shut the door

Virgil listened as Romans sighed, and walks out of his room

Virgil then took a shower, and put his painting clothes on. Which was basically just an oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts

Then he went up to his addict, and basks in the warmth of it

He looked over at the large canvas, still not knowing what to put on it

he closed his eyes, and tried to know what what he's feeling

If he know what he was feeling, he could concentrate on it

And if he can concentrate on it, he can forum something out of it

And if he could forum something out of it, he could make something out of it

And if he could make something out of it, he could paint what he formed

And then it would become real

But nothing was coming to him

Everything was just... Gray

He couldn't distinguish any of his emotions

They were all bundled together, and he had no idea what he was feeling

It was all just Gray