Screaming is too hard. It's dumb, it's tiring and it's the last thing you want to do when you want to discreetly die inside, over and over again. At times you feel you want to scream but, you can't muster the effort and it's the same thing with any will to do anything.

It was a Sunday, you couldn't remember unnecessary details like it was sunny or it was raining. You did remember the small, quaint coffee shop. You didn't get a coffee though, you were bitter enough as it was. You remember the little bell chiming as someone came in. You didn't look up. A few minutes later the doorbell chimed again but a loud teenage voice shouting profanities forced you to look up. All you saw from the bottom of the ramp leading up into the shop was tall horns.

You looked back down to your book that you were finding hard to finish. It was once a good read, before the depression sunk in. The Divide by Elizabeth Kay. A slight childish sense to the book, but we all need a bit of childish wonder every now and then. You took a sip from your beverage. It tasted bland but that was just you. The loud voice from before got quieter as whoever it was got further away. A throat was cleared and a distant "WHAT THE FUCK GAMZEE" could be heard from the loud voice. He was shushed by the people around him and he quite rudely replied "OH SHUSH THE FUCK UP YOURSELVES".

"Could I all up and uh, use this seat lil' mama?" You looked up and in that second your life felt a bit more lively. This 'Gamzee's pupils dilated a bit more than they already were and his mouth opened a little bit like he was going to say something but had no tongue.

"Uh, yeah, sure." Gamzee sat down and his friend groaned. Two minutes later his friend Karkat joins him at your table. You talk and you all hit it off. Mainly you and Gamzee. In just a few moments this troll changed your life.

Depression is not to be romanticized, it isn't the person you love grasping your shoulders and telling you that everything in the world would stop to see you smile just once. It's not cutting your wrists so a pretty boy or girl can kiss it better and wrap them up in gauze. It is a cold, harsh reality that makes it hard to do anything or look forward to anything. So why does he make you feel warm? Everyday is the same monochrome. The same routine, the same food, the same drink just because you're scared, oh-so scared, of change. So how come he makes you want something new, fresh, vibrant?

He is Gamzee Makara and he changed your monochrome world

I'M ON A MOTHERFUCKING ROOOOOOOOOOLL

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