An Old Friend (Short Stories)

The color he saw everyday, from morning to night. The color he cried over in his sleep. His enemy. Now, that color, the one he dreaded so much. It's a reminder of those days, the days that shaped him into what he is now. Now, that color, it's his old friend.
*This will be a series of random short stories. Some are extremely, extremely short, because they're just random thoughts that popped into my head*