Yellow was a comfort colour.
It was bright and joyful and happy.
It stood out.
She always wore something of yellow.
Normally yellow nail polish.
Her nail polish was never chipped and was always shiny.
It brought a smile to her face whenever she looked at it.
The yellow never faded.
Until one day.
Her nail polish became dull and she stopped wearing bits of yellow.
It turned into black.
The colour black seemed to take over and consume her.
Her clothes slowly turned the same.
And yellow was never seen again.
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Short StoryHey do you like stories , well you might like mine. These are a collection of short stories I have made including some with my favourite character/ universes or based off of other stories I have read. Enjoy hunnies x A/n: I won't probably return to...
