Everything was in black and white. At least, it seemed that way. “You lived without him before, hyung.” Yes, but that was when I was searching. I’d known something was missing, like when you leave for school feeling like you’ve forgotten something and you don’t remember what it is until the teacher calls for your report.

Now, I yearned for color almost as much as I earned for him.

It wasn’t as if I’d become colorblind, more like I hadn’t bothered to tell one color from the next. Who cared about the difference between green and orange?

The only thing that didn’t suffer was my wardrobe, although that was only because I didn’t have to know what color it was to know it looked good on me. Why not just wear the same outfits I’d worn before everything turned gray?

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