I see the world in colors - but just for an hour on Wednesday

He didn't sleep but he had nightmares anyway. He lived with his head in the past, with the heavy knowledge that he would be alone, forever. He realized too late it was a weight which couldn't be halved. It was his punishment, his Karma. And, if once upon a time he was as clear as day, now all of his sins made him as dark as night.

A short story about life, death, darkness and colors, love and hate.