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