Monochromatic.
That was the very first word Mitchell could think of as his vision readjusted itself.
White walls. White kama 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 bahaghari on the far wall.
Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet.
The mga kulay of life. The mga kulay Mitchell had long wanted to be basked in after his admittance from the hospital. mga kulay he long missed after years of wandering around sa pamamagitan ng himself. mga kulay that he'll never...
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