Yellow

It is the color of light. The noon sun. Their favorite color. It is the color of their most beloved treasure. When they smiled, it was the color that shown from their lips, illuminating the world around them, warming you from your head to your feet. It's the color of your skin after your bruise starts to heal. It's the feeling of walking down main street holding their hand. It is the color you treasured most. Now it is the color that scorns itself, bleeds into your eyes, and threatens to suffocate your heart. When they left, they took that color with them.