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