three weeks in.
it was a hard thing for him to forget about throughout the hours, the sensation as he took more.
tyler had an overwhelming urge to need some kind of feeling, something new that would take his mind off the world he saw.
his eyes met the bright pink sign of a flower shop down Main, the colour almost blinding.
but he needed something,
anything,
to make his three weeks of sober thoughts worth something.
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tritanopia | 2 |
Short Storyhis world had always been rose, and it always would be. * dedicated to @chalkNcheese- and @wifidoesnotsleep for their incredible support. second in the spectrum trilogy
