#digitalworld ; osamu ichijouji

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𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐌 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 ( 𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 ) // @digitalworid , Osamu Ichijouji

If the human eye can perceive roughly a million shades of colors than why can he only see in a monochromatic scale? Where everyone else see the world through the lens of red, green and blue, Ken sees black, white, and grey. Reminiscent of a distant passing wave. An endless sea that went on for miles out in the ocean with no end in sight.

Where did his vision go wrong? And why has it failed him? When did he lose the color spectrum everyone loved and coveted? How has he not noticed before now? Hollow with every step forward, the winter air harsh against the soft flesh of his cheek. No coat, no gloves; no hat or scarves. The perfect recipe for catching your death.

He left home with a coat. Could recall the feel of soft cotton on top his head, when did he step outside? How is it that he's walking home now? What time of day is it?

Can't tell. The sky is grey.

By the next hour, Ken stood before his home where mother and father resided, and a remnant of his brother once strong and smart haunt the halls. Took space in the bed beneath his own, making those ghastly groans as if asking to be put out of his misery like a cat who has lived their life, returning home to their master only when it was ready to perish.

He schooled his expression, fingers stiff and numb from the cold where it had spent time affixed to his book against his chest. Unable to maintain a solid grip on the door handle without gritting his teeth, and pushing through the pain of reawakening limbs on the verge of death.

"Good evening," Ken called out, his voice resonating to only echo back in greeting.

He frowned, less than surprised. The familiar shuffling about in the kitchen said enough, whereas the blaring noise from the tv in the living room filled in all of the gaps.

With his shoes toed off --- quiet and discreet with every step forward --- Ken retreated to his bedroom, knocking on the door before entering out of consideration for the ghost haunting his room.