Monochromatic.
That was the very first word Mitchell could think of as his vision readjusted itself.
White walls. White cama sheets. White flooring. White hospital uniforms.
So colorless.
Mitchell hated this room. Dreaded every segundo being in this room bleached of color; the only signs of life being the scribbling of a forgotten arco iris, arco-íris on the far wall.
Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet.
The as cores of life. The as cores Mitchell had long wanted to be basked in after his admittance from the hospital. as cores he long missed after years of wandering around por himself. as cores that he'll never...
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