Monochromatic.
That was the very first word Mitchell could think of as his vision readjusted itself.
White walls. White ベッド sheets. White flooring. White hospital uniforms.
So colorless.
Mitchell hated this room. Dreaded every 秒 being in this room bleached of color; the only signs of life being the scribbling of a forgotten 虹 on the far wall.
Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet.
The Colors(色) of life. The Colors(色) Mitchell had long wanted to be basked in after his admittance from the hospital. Colors(色) he long missed after years of wandering around によって himself. Colors(色) that he'll never...
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