Statehouse Oneshots

Yellow

Tw: Death mention, blood mention

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you

Hawaii left the store, shifting the bags in her hands. The neon sign cast a soft yellow glow on her. Just another boring night. She was visiting the mainland to see Alaska, who apparently couldn't go see her this week. She blamed it off the fed. Most things could be if you tried hard enough.

She was waiting for Alaska to come pick her up. He couldn't go with her cause of some meeting, that, from the texts and several photos including a few selfies she had received, was once again was going to shit.

Her eyes scanned the night sky as she grew impatient, until they fell on a familiar cluster of stars. Instantly her mood changed. Not quite sad, but not quiet happy. An empty bittersweet.

His favourite. They shone brightly tonight.

And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

It was decidedly such a stupid thing to be sad over. She saw stars every night. But it was nearing the anniversary and once again every little thing was reminding her of him.

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called Yellow

And of course the memories had started their torturous loop. Running out to the beach as the sun set, tripping over sand, him tuning his guitar- a gift from the annoying cowboy one- and her singing along in Hawaiian as he finally started to play. Him laying in her lap, looking up at her like she was the most wonderful thing that the world.

Even the sweetest ones were too painful to bear, only serving for a reminder of the loss. She cherished them, but they had been forever tainted and sometimes she wished she could just forget most of it. Like she had of her "childhood".

So, then I took my turn
What a thing to've done
And it was all yellow

If only they hadn't been there, if only she hadn't insisted.

Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones

She pushed back the memories, not wanting to breakdown infront of the store, but they only pushed back harder.

It had been an unlikely romance, and yet it had worked so well.

Hawaii could distinctly remember when they had finally told people about their relationship. Another of money had been passed to Louisiana and Florida. Apparently most people bet on Alaska. Which fair, there was the childhood friends aspect to it, but he had never really thought of him like that.

Turn in to something beautiful

Her boyfriend had protested after the duo wouldn't split with him. He sulked, claiming it was "unfair" and "I had bet on it too!"

Do you know
You know I love you so
You know I love you so

He was always kind, always sweet. A proper gentleman. That was unless he wasn't being a little shit. She couldn't be mad at that, his sarcasm was hilarious at times. He was also really attached to this old coffee pot that barely worked and wouldn't say way. She still had it, not having the heart to throw it out.

I swam across
I jumped across for you

He had always said if something happened that he would do his best to make sure she wasn't hurt. She never doubted it for a second, and she was grateful.

What a thing to do
'Cause you were all yellow

If only she could've done the same for him.

I drew a line
I drew a line for you

A warm wind blew, cooling the tears on her cheek and she shut her eyes. It almost felt like it was him, holding her, instead of a breeze.

What a thing to do
And it was all yellow

With her eyes closed the memories could attack her more easily.

Her time with him, the time after, and the underlying track of wishing he hadn't been an idiot, or she'd moved faster, or that they didn't go there.

And then it was the worst ones, the ones she kept in their own special box, hoping to keep it closed as much as possible.

And your skin

The dock, her hand intertwined with his.

Oh yeah, your skin and bones

Looking up to see his easy going smile, and then watching it morph into one of horror.

Turn in to something beautiful

The feeling of her body hitting the dirt, a gunshot, and a splash before she could even right herself.

Do you know

The thieves had run off. She didn't know why and she couldn't remember their faces. Her memory had decided to delete the only useful parts of the incident, tormenting her with everything else.

For you, I'd bleed myself dry

And then she was kneeling in the water, the waves lapping at their skin, watching the water go dark.

For you, I'd bleed myself dry

Everything else for the next few months had been a haze. She can't remember it actually happening but her memory did tell her she had been holding him in her arms when he bleed out, that he was dead before the medics had arrived, and she spent most of the funeral in the corner with Alaska. He had been buried on the mainland so she didn't even get to see his grave all that often.

It's true
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you

A car stopped infront of her, and her eyes flew open to take in the sight of Alaska wrapping her in a tight hug.

They stayed there for a while as he held her, before he spoke.

Look how they shine for
Look how they shine for you

The words didn't even register at first but after a few minutes she realized he had asked if this was about him, and she nodded slowly.

Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine

"It's stupid but-"

"It's not stupid," He reassured her, his voice determined "it wasn't even that long ago"

"It's been a year Laskie"

"And? It really hurt you. Do you remember how long it took me to accept..." He trailed off, but she understood.

"Yeah..I know," She took a deep breath. It shook harder then she'd have liked. "Thank you, truly. I just..miss him."

A few more words had been exchanged before they got in the car. Mostly Alaska trying to cheer her up.

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do

As they pulled out of the parking lot, he spoke again. "Hey, maybe we could visit Georgia's grave? It could use some new flowers, the lower 48 have terrible choice."

She snorted, smiling sadly. "I bet, and yeah. I would love that."