It was as if different hues of brown subtly clashed and pooled into those captivating irises, creating the most exquisite colors Chanyeol had ever seen. The soft, milky white skin was a stark contrast to the white he always saw.The dark burnished color of his hair was somthing Chanyeol praised. All these colors he saw were somthing he never imagined he would ever see again. The drab white and black scenes of his everyday life were incompareable. He would do anything to see those lovely colors again. Never in a thousand years would Chanyeol tire of those alluring colors. If only the holder of such colors saw the same.