I sat for another hour talking to Gerard and Frank as we both learned to understand the other better. It was only as this hour was drawing to a close that I looked into Frank's eyes and saw a change.

"What's wrong, Death?" He asked, confusion woven into his voice. He looked directly at me as I studied him.
"Your eyes, I mean, your colour Frank."
"What about it?" He asked, his head rested on Gerard's shoulder.
"It's gone."
"What do you mean it's gone?" He asked after a moment of silence.
"I mean…" I began, "I mean, you have no colour. There is just nothing, your colour has faded Frank and now there is nothing left."
"But why?" He asked, he looked unsure as to whether he should be worried or fine with it.
"My only guess is that you came so close to Death Frank. When people have died their colours fade and then I carry their souls into the sky, still, it confuses me greatly."
"Hm…" Frank shrugged and looked away from me, "I still seem pretty alive and anyway at least I've still got Gee."

I looked to Gerard now, he was smiling gently but still I knew his true feelings for Frank. He blushed ever so slightly every time he looked towards him and he often looked down to his feet from embarrassment. I glanced to him to notice that his colours were a bit of mix, the yellow of Happiness, the red of Love, the white of Innocence, with a dash of Fear.

"Hey Gee…" Frank whispered so quietly that he was almost inaudible, "I need to ask you something."
"Of course you can stay at my flat." Gerard replied.
"No something else…"
"Something else?"
"Yeah."
"So you don't want to stay at my flat?" Gerard asked, looking down to his feet as his eyes began to well up with tears.
"Gee…" Frank smiled, guiding Gerard's gaze from the floor, "I'd love to stay at your flat. B-but I need to ask you something different, okay?"
"Mhm…" Gerard hummed, relieved he began smiling again.
"Listen Gee…" Frank began, stumbling and falling over his own words, "I-I um, well, um, I don't hate you an-"
"Well that's always good…" Gerard smiled.
"No but Gee-" Frank continued, "I, um, I'm sorry for acting like such a dick towards you. I'm sorry for threatening you and swearing and saying that your coffee tastes like shit. I only did those things because…because I- um, I like you Gee and I didn't know how to handle it. I thought you were cute and adorable and caring and I just didn't know what to do, I'm sorry. And I w-wanted to ask you if you'd forgive me and if you'd like to go out with me."
"Like to?" Gerard said with a stern face and staring eyes, "like to? I'd fucking love to Frank?" Gerard cried in excitement, a huge grin spreading itself out across his face.
"Phew…" Frank sighed dramatically, "thank the fucking moon."
"What you honestly thought that I wouldn't say yes?" Gerard asked, moving the hair back from Franks face and tucking it behind his ears.
Frank nodded slowly.
"I'd have to be stupid to say no to you…" Gerard replied, planting a soft kiss on Frank's cheek before pulling him into a hug, "I'm going to take you on a date as soon as your well enough."
"Where to?" Frank asked.
"To the seaside. We'll go on the beach and we'll build sandcastles and dig a giant hole in the sand and get chips and ice cream and then go bowling and to the slot machines."
"Sounds great…" Frank whispered his eyes becoming heavy as he realised how tired he was, "I'd love to do that."

It was as Franks eyes were closing that I noticed something change about him. I saw colours flowing through his veins, reds and blues and whites and reds and yellows, soon more colours came to join him and before I knew it all the colours of the rainbow shone behind his eyes, the same too happened to Gerard as he traced the outline of Frank's tattoos as he fell asleep.


All works out well in the end.

A common phrase used by humans. I disagree that not 100% of things can work out well in the end, though in this particular case this phrase is in fact true. Every person in the world is connected is some way or another whether it is because their hearts just so happened to beat at the same time, they were born on the same day or they are best friends who know each other's lives inside out as if it were the back of their hand.

A persons colour defines who they are, but colours can change and so can people. This story showed how someone so evil and unforgiving became a person full of such hope and happiness. It is possible, whatever you may think. Any good person deserves to be happy. Any good person deserves colours that should represent them the best they can. And as far as I can see, a rainbow captures all the emotions or feelings, maybe that is a true human, a true person is not easy to understand as if it is written in black and white. Humans are complicated and difficult to understand, they are confusing and they can be evil and spiteful and jealous, but most of all they hold the capability to be able to love another as if their own life depended on it.

Notes

Hiya, yay! Another shitty chapter. Sorry for being pretty absent the past few days but good news is that I've finished this story now. The next chapters will be up in the next few mins.
Hope you have a good day. :)
-lou