Yellow (10/10)

The color of her hair matched the shinning sun as she walked in front of him. A glance to the side showed a field of sun-flowers, the same colored yellow. He was seeing it everywhere and thinking of her when he did. 

It was maddening. 

Yet he didn't hate it. 

He saw yellow. 

He saw her. Her eyes, her smile. He heard her laugh. Her anger as she scolded him, that was the most familiar. 

He saw it every time he saw the color yellow. The sun. The flowers. 

The train station loomed into view. Panic seized his pounding heart. He was running out of time. 

The train arrived, a foot on the train. He had to do it. 

He breathed in, and turned around.

He had to tell her.

He had to tell her that she was his lovely yellow. The calm yellow he would always return to. The yellow he loved.