black, yellow, blue
a soft, airy laugh
a sound that seems to linger like the dam smell of rain after a storm
one as quiet as a whisper, something not quite there, a memory just out of reach
a memory that keeps you trapped in the past though you don't try to fight it
three friends playing with a young stray tabby
a moment frozen in time, a memory slowly clouding over before you're truly ready to let it go
the trio atop the school rooftop, the laughter and the memory of one you once knew, slowly slipping away.
Once three
Now two
Black, yellow, blue
