Pastels slammed his vision; at least, he thought thats what they were. He couldn't tell you what they were called if his life depended on it, but that's what he assumed they were. He only got a glimpse of the long hair, but it was enough for him to become light headed with the rush of color. Colors he didn't know existed. He needed to find them again.

They were the only color Taemin had ever seen. This person was the only color in his life and he felt he'd never live the same unless he had them for himself.