When Im left alone, my colors start to fade too. They become thinner and thinner and I lose my sense of belonging. When I'm with people I'm maroon, but when I'm lonely or feel abandoned I just slowly, slowly lose my color until theres nothing but gray.
"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.” The Doctor