Warnings: Angst, death.
Word count: 437
Inspired by Yellow Lights by Harry Hudson.
AU: Where you would see the world in your lover's favourite color and slowly your memories of them in the process after their death.
If Lisa was a color, it would be yellow.
Yellow, the most luminous of all colors of the spectrum. Symbolizing happiness, hope, optimism. The color of sunshine and spring.
That was exactly what she meant to you. Happiness. She was your everything. From inside to out, laughter to cries, past to present. She was your sunshine, your rain, your light, your sadness.
It wasn't supposed to end like this. Lisa's demise was a shock to everybody, nobody could have foreseen it coming.
When she left, she brought everything that you two were with her. Your light turned into darkness, haunting you in your sleepless nights. Lisa was your universe, your life revolved around her.
You became a slave to your heartache, losing your grip on reality. You became lost, head empty.
It felt all too sudden. Nobody expected the outcome. You two were so in love, head over heels for each other until one was ripped away from reality.
3 weeks ago, today. The first time your heart shattered into million pieces, leaving you with no possibilities to collect them all. That day, your heart was no longer hurt-free.
Your innocent mind had never known such excruciating agony existed. Four years of hard work, gone, with a blink of an eye.
When the day came to attend her funeral, it broke you. All the wounds accumulated in your fragile heart reopened. Seeing her family and the relatives you've never gotten a chance to meet, their tired, drained faces. Even those who never got the privilege to see her in person came to pay their respects.
Yellow, her favourite color. A color that was too vibrant and sharp to your liking till she came into your life. It soon became your favourite color, and vice versa. Lisa was your yellow.
Yellow, the color you saw the world in. When she left, your vision began to dwindle until the blessing of colors became history.
Yellow, the one color to be visible to your eyes, a lost one's color. You were losing memories of her, slowly, bits by bits. Regretting all those wasted times you two never got to cherish until it became too late.
Even life itself had an expiration date. Wasted time could never be recovered. Reminding you to cherish each moment, being it would never return again.
Gazing at the crescent moon as your fingers ran through the guitar strings, creating a soft yet rhythmical melody.
"What would you do if I died before you? Would you sing about me, like I sing about you?"
