It was her favorite color.
Yellow.
Bright like the sun, the color of the sunflower, the color of her favorite hoodie. Her everything was yellow.
She was a yellow.
A bubbly, happy person.
If yellow was a person, it was her.
She's my yellow, Lisa.
The last ice cream we ate was colored yellow, a mango flavored one.
Funny cause almost everything she likes are yellow. All the paintings at home are even yellow, or has the more color yellow in it.
And because she liked the color yellow so much, she became a small yellow.
A bright little yellow star.
That night I witnessed her last breath, a bright yellow star appeared in the dark sad gloomy night sky.
I hated the night before, it's dull and boring.
But when I saw her up there, I appreciated the night after that. Because at night, I get to see her again.
My Yellow.
My Lisa.
A/N: hello po ang word of the day po natin ngayon ay ANGST
