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Color Rush Web Novel Translation

Chapter 1.

Every time I am stressed, I have this dream.

Mom is looking at me with a smile as she combs her dark gray hair. Her big eyes with thick double eyelids bent at the ends, and the corners of her mouth are raised, a small dimple forming on the left side.

I don’t know what she’s saying. Maybe I was a little grumpy because I didn’t answer a question properly.

Mom is taking out the moon gray headband I bought her with the pocket money my aunt gave me. Why is she taking it out? The headband I bought mom for her birthday.

I don’t know the color of the headband I gave mom. Mom doesn’t know either, now that she doesn’t have dad.

Mom smiles brightly as she fixes her silver gray dress.

“Is it the sky blue dress again?”

Auntie is stretching out on the sofa, wearing a cement gray shirt and black sport pants with a white line. She sticks her mouth out and pushes me with her leg, so I push back. Mom smiles at the sight as she leaves the house.

“NO.”

I scream even though I know it’s a dream, but it gets swallowed in silence. Mom’s figure disappears through the door.

“NO.”

I scream again, but it's of no use. That was the last time I saw mom.

Every time I am stressed, it’s the same dream.

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When I wake up in the morning, auntie is laying on the living room sofa, having clearly drank her fill the night before. Her black hair is short and she’s wearing a silver jacket, in contrast, her pants are white cotton pants.

“Go sleep inside.”

Even though I shake her, she just makes an ‘uuh’ sound and turns back around. Still, this is better than last year, when she was worried about her job.

I make up some plain cereal to eat. The white milk mixes with the moon gray and dolphin gray cereal, making everything look silver gray. I scoop up some cereal and leave for school. I don’t feel any different.

The advantage of a coed school is that it’s less sweaty. Or at least, there are girls who care about sweating. The downside is that there’s always some guy talking crap in front of a girl just to show off.

There’s a girl who is particularly kind to me, and a guy who bothers me because he likes her, even though its not my fault. It’s the same no matter what you do.

“What’s the point of liking a Mono?”

I’m a Mono-nerve-chromat, so they started using that word to refer to me. Today too, that guy is saying it again.

“Hey, you all. Don’t go near the Mono, he’s contagious.” [.]

I shove my earphones in my ears to ignore him. The thing is that his voice still gets through. A guy who’s only good for talking.

“Monos only need to see a probe to go crazy.”

“Hey, stop bothering Yeon Woo.”

The one who talks is the girl who is the cause of the bothering. Her name is Soo Hyun, or Joo Hyun, or some other name. I don’t know. It’s none of my business anyway.

“Why? Monos can see nothing but gray anyway. Isn’t it only when they see a probe that they can see other colors?”

It’d be useless to tell this louder-than-anything guy that those with mononervechromacy can distinguish ten shades of color, but again, I don’t care enough to tell this guy that, I don’t want to.