Baekhyun sat on his bed while a man in white stood by the door. He watched him from the corner of his eye. He wanted him gone, but it was a rule now.
"Suicide watch," they had called it.
He was a danger to himself. But he didn't care.
His eyes flickered away, drifting to the white ceiling as he though. They were so cruel. Why would they give him a white room? Why did they dress him in white? Why did they surround him in white? Didn't they know he loved color?
Color could be painful. But it was so beautiful.
He heard the door creak open, and with silent tears rolling down his cheeks, he looked up. He face twisted in pain as he croaked.
"Mom?" he cried as he stumbled sideways off the bed and into her arms. He wept, and she held him tightly.
He sniffled as the tears finally dried against his cold cheeks, and in a barely audible voice, Baekhyun whispered, "Can I paint him again?"
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End of part ten.
Anyway, until next time.... 🌸🌸
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BunnyBaekkiee ❤️
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