The sky is a dizzy myriad of colors, all wrong and somehow threatening, but Junsu watches kids play under the too-vibrant lights everyday. Maybe, he thinks, he’s just becoming maladjusted to what’s always been there. Maybe he thought it was stirring once, actually beautiful in its eeriness, but entrapment has gotten him yearning for something
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