almost
by gedatsu-kitteh (high, and not zadr particularly this time)
the room smelled like metal.
he adjusted his neck to a more comfortable position, resting it on his shoulder. he breathed in the musty fabric. it was here five minutes turned into five days and five days turned into five minutes. here is where hope stopped shining through the darkness. the only thing that shone now was the cheap florescent haze teasing its way through the metal bars.
he struggled to move, but the jacket made it quite impossible.
why does it have to be white?
because.
white hides the dark. the antithesis of impurity.
his skin was almost white. almost.
greasy black hair fell in his face. he felt an eye twitch.
his skin was almost white.
end.
A/N: this one didnt amount to much.