YellowYellow. Sunny, warm and buttery, spreading happiness like hot cocoa on a cold day.
Her hair waved in the breeze, lazy like a butterfly's wings.
She had been so perfect, so young... but time had seemed to steal it from her as if she had jumped and the wind was pulling away all that was making her herself.
She had to hold on to what made up her identity. She had to grasp it tightly before it flew away and left her. She had to keep it before she was less the skin and bones. Before her sickness reached those around her and showed it.
Her cancer was hidden behind her smile like a caged animal. Trapped but reaching out. Black and scaley and dark, all that was not her. The opposite.
She was sitting on the sterilized metal, inhaling the scent that dominated her senses.
She was only seven. It was summer.
She should be out, free and wild and young.
But what had made her beautiful and lively before had gone long ago. She was only an imprint of what she had been in the past with her beautiful yell