eleven weeks in.
the familiar haze of the bodies around him made his skin crawl, memories of who he had been not too long ago sickening to him.
the lines were straight, geometrically perfect strips of pure wonder.
someone he had once known pushed him closer, telling him of the newest, the greatest disease of the mind's sobriety.
tyler pushed back, fighting the white powdered gold's lullaby.
the man looked at him, disgusted "dude, why?"
he only thought of rose though his reply.
"because i don't want to hide behind this anymore"
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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
