Disfunction (JeanXArmin)

True colors will eventually bleed through

I was fifteen years old when we both fell in love, we were at the park sitting on the benches when he confessed his love to me. Everything was pefect, the sun gently hitting our hair warming our already heated faces, the geese and ducks were silent as they were swimming about in the blue saphire water sprinkled with yellow and orange as the sun was just about setting. Putting his arm around my shoulder he slowly whispered in my bright red ear, "Do you know what would make this moment even better?" He questioned. I quickly replied with, "I don't know, you tell me." He smiled with his brilliant features illuminating from the last peek of sun for the evening and finnaly said, "If I had a boyfriend to share it with." My eyes widened as I was processing what I just heard from the man I loved most. I bashfully smiled and exclaimed, "You do now, I will share every moment I can with you if it makes everyone of them better." I was ready to scream but somehow kept myself together, and from that moment on we were lovers and never thought that anything could brake us apart aslong as we loved eachother until the end. But soon enough Jean's true colors started to bleed not long after that.