THE SHADES OF BLACK [ DANIEL x CORBYN ]

five

I STARED AT MY HAND, grabbing a pink marker out of my desk and taking off the cap. as my stupid teacher talked about the colors that i should be experiencing, i decide to make my own colors.

i grab the marker with all my might, making the black have a slight pink hinge to it. i groan as the darkness still seemed to seep in, making my brain flush with annoyance.

i wanted to scream, tear the color off my hand and replace it with a working one,

but i didn't deserve that.

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"hey daniel." i smiled whilst walking over to him, his smile warming my cheeks, "hey. your hair looks really pretty today."

i flushed pink, "oh, thank you."

"don't thank me, silly. you're just naturally beautiful."

the words flew so smoothly out of his mouth.

"you're very sweet, daniel."

"thanks."

we walked to the field, "do you ever wish you didn't have color in your palm?" i asked.

daniel's eyes glanced over to me, "sometimes, yeah. it's hard to keep my emotions to myself. why?"

i shrugged, "i dunno. just wondering."

wondering, forever stuck in a loop of wonder.

"oh. but yeah, i think palms are cool, y'know?"

"yeah." i breathed.

and i did think they were cool, i thought they were amazing and extremely fascinating,

if only i'd be able to experience those feelings.

"do you wanna play soccer again?" i asked him. daniel shook his head, "can we hang out today? just us?"

i didn't know what he was doing to me, or why i always had this feeling in my stomach whenever he came into view,

but god knows i can't go to my palms for help.

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such small chapter, such big feelings