eight weeks in.
rose smiled a lot.
tyler noted this as they walked along the pier in the late afternoon, the sounds of a carnival not so far away singing with the breeze.
with every emotion, she seemed to have a different smile.
it was gentle now as she stared at the carousel in the distance, her arms rested against the railing "the fair has it's own colour spectrum. one that creates this new world where your biggest fear is dropping a dollar or eating too much cotton candy"
tyler cleared his throat, a final decision reaching his tongue "i can't see them right"
her eyes snapped to his in an instant "what do you mean?"
"it's blue-yellow blindness. tritanopia"
rose could only stare at him as she whispered.
"i'm sorry"
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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
