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FMA drabble: It_hurts(Colors)
It Hurts…
Black. Blue. Red.
The black sky; the blue uniform on the chair and the red-red-red anger that consumes him and burns away his whole being.
Fury hates with passion. Hates it all; being the small, the young and the overlooked. The others either treat him like a child or don’t even recognize him. And it hurts badly. He desperately wants them to see him, to handle him as an equal.
Red anger suffocates him, black sky weights him down and the uniform’s blue reminds him, that tomorrow, there will be another day to make through without snapping under the tension.
Deppressive, but I was like this too... Poor Fury.
Black. Blue. Red.
The black sky; the blue uniform on the chair and the red-red-red anger that consumes him and burns away his whole being.
Fury hates with passion. Hates it all; being the small, the young and the overlooked. The others either treat him like a child or don’t even recognize him. And it hurts badly. He desperately wants them to see him, to handle him as an equal.
Red anger suffocates him, black sky weights him down and the uniform’s blue reminds him, that tomorrow, there will be another day to make through without snapping under the tension.
Deppressive, but I was like this too... Poor Fury.