Typed up at my dad's office, with phones ringing in my ear and work-chatter floating around. So you'll forgive me if this isn't exactly my best work ever.

BB/Terra, as if it wasn't painfully obvious. :)

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Prompt #10: Yellow

The first time I saw her, I thought, "Yellow."

Yellow was the color of her hair, delicate as cornsilk. Yellow was the warm glow around her clenched fists, smelling of long grass and cracked dirt and sunsets fading over mountaintops. Yellow was her thin, worn shorts, the fabric softened by time and threadbare from travel. Yellow was the flush on her skin, like the sun had soaked into her very essence and radiated from her body. Yellow was the "T" on her shirt, the one that should have stood for "Titans", but turned out to stand for "Treachery".

She intoxicated me. My dreams at night were stained golden—the sea, the sky, the earth, the wind. I could look out of the corner of my eyes and see her long blonde hair whipping around a corner, but when I ran to go look it would be nothing. I would look at things, just random things, like my shoes—and I could swear that there was a faint tint of yellow to the purple and black.

We talked. We laughed. I fell for her, harder than I've ever fallen in my life, and suddenly my dreams weren't just yellow—they were green, too. I imagined her…and me.

Together.

Green and yellow. Yellow and green.

Two colors had never seemed so perfect before.

And then she showed her true face, the one she had been hiding all along. The yellow was polluted in my mind…And yet I saw it more and more, every day—a faded yellow scuff at the edge of Starfire's fingernail; the banana Robin ate every morning for breakfast; the can of sugar Raven pulled out every morning to stir into her tea. Yellow traffic lights. Yellow street lamps. Yellow daisies. Yellow sticky notes. Yellow this, yellow that.

I found myself hating every blonde girl we passed on the street.

And even now, when I swear to myself that I don't still love her, when I try to erase her face from my mind, when I try and try to rip her photo apart and can never force myself to actually do it—

I see her face in my mind. And all I can think is that she's yellow, she's always been yellow and she'll always stay yellow, the yellow that stands for cowardice and treachery and lies. The yellow that I still long for, even when I want to hate it.

Yellow.

Green.

Two colors that were never meant to be together.

And at the rate life is going, they never will.