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