THE SHADES OF BLACK [ DANIEL x CORBYN ]

the end

one year later.

MY CHEST WAS HEAVY, as if i was holding one thousand pounds whilst only using my stomach. my extremely prominent red hand was almost blurry with how fast i was running home. i felt my chest tighten, opening the door to our apartment and seeing him.

his body, lifeless, blood pooled around his lips and his hands, brown.

empty.

they weren't black yet, as i pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed the dreadful three numbers. i talked to the operator, tears falling as i helped daniel up and did everything the man told me to. my hands could barely grasp onto my own phone.

i grabbed some paper towel and cleaned up the blood, gagging at the sight before me. i couldn't do it.

"hurry!" i screamed into the phone. i didn't care what that man was telling me, i couldn't see daniel through my tears.

there was a knock at my door and i cried even louder, "come in!" my raspy voice boomed across the walls. 

they picked daniel up, placing him onto a portable bed and rolling out of the room.

i followed them, my whole body sore from everything.

i followed them until they got into the ambulence, and i begged, "let me in!"

"i'm sorry, but you can't go in there unless you're his parents."

the tears fell even harder, "i'm his fucking boyfriend! let me in there!"

"meet us at the hospital."

and i pulled at my hair, running to my car and slamming the door shut. i couldn't place the keys in the ignition without using both of my hands, holding them steady. they were still red.

i drove faster than the speed limit, no care in the world other than my boyfriend in the hospital. i parked my car, not even caring if it overlapped the parking lines as i ran into the hospital.

the woman at the desk smiled, "name please?"

"daniel james s- seavey please, what room is he in?"

"are you apart of his family?"

"yeah, i'm his brother. please, what's the number?" i begged. the woman sighed, "365. but i'd like id please."

i handed mine over, her eyes turning wide, "your brothers with different last names?"

"our parents are fucking divorced, and i took my mothers last name." and that's the last of my words before walking away from her.

my eyes were scanning every door, before i finally found that one. i opened the door, the room empty except for a nurse.

"wuh- where's-"

"they've taken him to have a scan."

"is he okay?"

the nurse shook her head, "he isn't doing that good."

"can i fucking see him soon?"

she nodded, "yeah, he will be coming soon."

~

the noise of a door opening had never been bigger, and there was daniel laying on the bed that was being pushed into the room.

i sat upright, daniel's nose and mouth connected to a huge tube.

i couldn't think correctly as the man sat beside me, "he hasn't been eating."

i shook my head, "no. i watched him eat something yesterday."

"what was that?"

"it was a hot dog."

"that's it?"

this was so unfair.

i got up from my seat, moving closer to daniel and holding his cold hand. the man laughed, "are you actually his brother?"

"boyfriend." i told, laying my head on his stomach. i wanted him to respond to my touch, telling me to get off of him and that he was cold and needed a blanket.

his lips were so chapped, i felt his rib cage as i moved my head, he wasn't healthy.

but he told me he had been eating. he told me he was full and i didn't need to make him anything, he told me to trust him,

and i did.

maybe that was my mistake.

i felt his hand start to shake an uncontrollable amount, and i held back onto his, "daniel?"

his hand was now burning hot, burning my palms as i stared at his hand. 

i watched it turn from brown, to black.

i shook my head, "baby, don't fuc-"

the lines on his monitor was laying flat, and life was in slow motion as he was taken away from me. i followed the doctors, until i was shoved into a wall by one of the nurses.

i fell on the ground, the sharpest pain being brought into my hand. i glanced down at them, and they were both brown.

i looked up, my eyes puffy as i shoved myself into this wall, bagging my head against it. i shouldn't have listened to him.

i'm so fucking frustrated.

the last i saw of my beautiful boyfriend, was his black palms. those should've been my palms.

he's the one who made my palms turn red, he's the one who gave me the experience of colors being converted into my palms,

and i was the one to take away his.

maybe there was only one shade of black.

FINISHED: THE SHADES OF BLACK.

! MORAL: LOVING SOMEONE DOESN'T CURE ALL PROBLEMS. !

corbyn thought that since his hands were only black, that they would turn different shades of black. hence, at the end, the last sentence is "maybe there was only one shade of black." hope people aren't that confused lol

i hope you enjoyed my first book with a different ship! eeee!

all the love, marisa