It was cold that day. The day I first saw her. That is the only thing that I can remember from that day, besides her. She wore a normal school uniform and a bright red scarf.
That colour will now be forever stuck in my mind. It will never fade. For it was her colour and she was my everything.
Out of all the things that I could have chosen to remember about that day; I chose her red scarf. I could have chosen to remember her dark brown hair that looked like chocolate or her beautiful smile that could light up a room or even her sparking green eyes that seemed to be full of joy and love.
Maybe it is because that scarf is all I have left of her. That stupid scarf that I cannot get rid of. She was my everything but now she is gone.