This will probably be an ongoing piece of work and I hope to add more chapters over time. Thank you for reading, and thank you to everyone who has read and commented on my work in the past. That feedback is what encourages me to keep writing.
Yellow, or aureolin.
The colour is warmer when SHIKI doesn't see it - sun-yellow, the colour of yamabuki.
He dreams that it is a happy colour, but in waking it stings, like squares of orange light slanted into ice-black alleyways, or gold fire through windows of a classroom where words had once burned.
When he walks, the colour wraps their body so that it numbs over time into nothing but the dried vestige of his favourite colour. But still he dreams. And in the dream the colour he wears is as beautiful as he wants it to be, and the sun sets but the warmth doesn't, and the boy he likes smiles at him sweetly with a hand outstretched.
A happy dream.
