The color black

The color black

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Black is the color of his shirt as he locks his hand on your hips tiptoeing on the dance floor as the lights make his skin glow radiant. Its the color you see at night when you try to kiss his lips despite the darkness that invades. Its the color you see when he rushes to give you your favorite flowers because you passed a test you both spent nights studying for. The color you feel when he lossens the grasp of your hand. The color that pretrays your mind when he stops calling. The chromat of the bruise that are raised on your knuckles after you cracked to many walls because you thought of how soft his skin was. The pigment you sense after he says your name for the last time. Its the last goodbye. The scent of him that stains your sheets. Its the color that buzzes through you mind when your blood is replaced with alcohol and you cant even remember your name but youll never forget his. The shade that aches your bones and makes you shake. Its the color of your tears. The tinge that se
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Twisted

"I think I'm gay." I say, leaving out the part about my... exposing dream about him last night. I watched his expression, waiting for some sign that he was angry. I waited for him to call me a faggot, to curse me off and tell me he never wanted to see me again. Instead, I was greeted with his perfect toothy smile. "That's great man, I'm of proud you." He says, patting my arm as he stuffed another cracker in his mouth. "It takes some real balls to come out to someone." He says, his beautiful green eyes blazing into mine. I felt myself become flustered at his gaze. "Uh, Yeah, Thanks." I stumbled out, "You're not mad?" I ask. His expression turns to hurt as he crinkles his eyebrows. "Why the hell would I be mad?" He asks, hesitating on the crackers and pushing them away. "I just thought-it's just- well... you just always seem so pissed when someone mentions the word gay." I spit out words, scared for his reaction. He sighs, "That doesn't fucking mean I hate gays. Normally when I do that it's because someone's using the word 'gay' to hate on them, it just pisses me off, you know?" He asks, bringing the crackers back into his lap and biting into them. "Plus-" He adds on, "You're my best friend, if anything, you being gay is a blessing. I'll always support you." He says, glancing at me through the side of his eyes. I look away, towards the door to hide the crimson blush that I feel spread over my face. "Thanks." I all but squeak out. And that's the day I realized, I have a faint crush on my best friend. &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt; THIS BOOK IS BEING *MAJORLY* EDITED. THERES LOTS OF SPELLING MISTAKES AND NAME MIX UPS, SOME CHAPTERS WILL BE REWRITTEN Also, Please don't be mean to the characters, they aren't even close to perfect, but they don't deserve hate.

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