144 – Recolor

He stood in silence for a moment. Frozen stupidly, not knowing how he should react, he barely managed to pull himself together. How should he react—he thought. What a ridiculous notion. This was someone he had no need, nor reason, to react to.

Now, they were nothing more than strangers.

He took a deep breath. The cold air made his throat feel raw and scratchy. Straightening his blurring vision, he turned his head. He hurried to leave the spot. Or rather, he tried to. He had barely taken a few frantic steps when—