Yellow

HE feels as if HE is the only drop of blue in HER exotic yellow.

*

"You think you're bad just because you smoke cigarettes, wear a leather jacket, and have a whole sad look that says 'I wanna die, no one is better than me." I mocked, crossing my arms.

"No." He said bluntly taking another smoke from his cigarette. He eyed were foggy as he looked into space never making eye contact with me.

I licked my lips before speaking, "G-Good cause you're not."

"I know." He sighed, clearly bored with this conversation.

"So stop acting like you're SO bad-"

"I don't want to be bad, I wanna be dead. And if depression fits the whole bad boy image then I guess I'm a super bad boy." He interrupted, walking away. He flicked his cigarette on the ground and didn't look back, not once.
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SHE was always wearing yellow, SHE was always happy but yellow didn't make HIM happy it just made HIM more sad convincing HIM that HE was alone. HE was blue after all.

(Currently being rewritten...)