Yellow

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Santana turned on music and let the sound drone out her thoughts.

Look at the stars look how they shine for you

And everything you do

Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along I wrote a song for you

And all the things you do, and it was called yellow.

Starting the water in the shower, Santana let the steam fill the room, breathing in the effervescent air, and slowly peeled her tank top from her sticky skin. She let her sleep shorts slide down, and she stepped into the scalding water, hissing at the sensation against her skin.

So then I took my turn

Oh, what a thing to have done

And it was all yellow

Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones

Turn into something beautiful

You know, you know I love you so

You know I love you so

Santana hiccuped and let her stream of tears turn into loud sobs. She huffed for air and wrapped her arms around her stomach. Santana leaned against the cool wall of the shower, sliding down slowly. With her face buried in her hands, she hadn't noticed how much she needed air. She quickly gasped and leaned her head against the wall. "God, what is wrong with me?" She whispered.

I swam across

I jumped across for you

Oh, what a thing to do

Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line

I drew a line for you

Oh, what a thing to do

And it was all yellow

Your skin, oh, yeah, your skin and bones

Turn into something beautiful, and you know

For you, I'd bleed myself dry

For you, I'd bleed myself dry

A small chuckle escaped her lips. There had to be humor in this, right? A girl. The girl that she was in love with and the reason for everything she is today. The girl who was the sole purpose of her survival from kindergarten through graduation. The girl whose heart she had broken, who she'd abandoned. That girl was here. She could be anywhere in the world, but of course, she's here.

"Of course." She thought out loud.

It's true

Look how they shine for you

Look how they shine for you

Look how they shine

Look at the stars look how they shine for you

And all the things that you do

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