𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑔

Triggers: This story will contain mentions of suicidal thoughts and actions. If you are uncomfortable by this in any way, I recommend you do NOT proceed in reading.
Teaser
Colors. What do they mean? A sweet somber red, a dark mystical blue. What do we use them for? To bring light to the darkest of places? When standing alone, colors can be beautiful. When two are combined, it can create something wonderful. But mix one too many in a pot, and you'll end up with a brown. Not even a nice, full of life brown. You'd end up with a dark icky color that you just can't get rid of.
That's what life felt like for Samuel. He was constantly mixing colors together, trying to make something beautiful. But always ended up with the same icky brown color. And he tried. Tried harder than anyone else possibly could have. Maybe he tried too hard..
All he ever wanted was to be accepted. To be loved. To be cared for. Why couldn't he have that? Maybe the world is just a cruel dark place. Maybe the world is that icky brown color. Maybe things are just too cold to be beautiful. But it's not his fault really. He just.. wanted love