Droplet of red. Fell from nowhere.
Should have dissipated, like how it came. Such is how things would work, isn't it- begins in nil, ends with nil?
But it was so gnarly against the feather white, as if, the lil' lil' haemoglobins are eagerly oozing out from the wound beneath, and started the conquering.
Instead of droplet, it felt like droplets.
Instead of droplets, the truth is, drop-let's.
Red said, let's all drop upon the canvas, and let our physical properties run wild, paint the canvas red.
Red was the only thing allowed to be seen, and to be felt.
Shorter wavelengths of visible colors suppressed, longest wavelength of red strikes-struck.
That was how Yu got dyslexia of merely one word- rainbow.
That was how Yu got dysgraphia for every single color of the rainbow, except red.
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