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Orange
0 ReviewsSad little one-shot about a girl's sister dying of leukemia.
"Santana, do you remember what my favorite color is?"
Mara looked up at me with pleading eyes.
"Yes, I do know Mara."
"What is it?"
It was orange.
She had always loved the color orange.
It was her favorite fruit.
The color of sunsets over the horizon.
A vibrant tiger lily's pigment.
The nail polish she was wearing that was chipping.
What I had dyed my hair on her 7th birthday to make her cheer up.
The color of the feather boas that we used to wear, pretending to be celebrities.
The name of our tabby cat.
The scent of freshly squeezed orange juice in the summer.
The color of flames conflicting with red ones on wood.
The bracelet we both wear.
Her favorite color.
Orange.
"Do you remember what it is?"
"Yes, Mara."
"What is it?" she said weakly.
I was crying as I uttered, "Orange."
She smiled weakly as she slowly died.
Orange was her favorite color.
Before she died of leukemia.
Mara looked up at me with pleading eyes.
"Yes, I do know Mara."
"What is it?"
It was orange.
She had always loved the color orange.
It was her favorite fruit.
The color of sunsets over the horizon.
A vibrant tiger lily's pigment.
The nail polish she was wearing that was chipping.
What I had dyed my hair on her 7th birthday to make her cheer up.
The color of the feather boas that we used to wear, pretending to be celebrities.
The name of our tabby cat.
The scent of freshly squeezed orange juice in the summer.
The color of flames conflicting with red ones on wood.
The bracelet we both wear.
Her favorite color.
Orange.
"Do you remember what it is?"
"Yes, Mara."
"What is it?" she said weakly.
I was crying as I uttered, "Orange."
She smiled weakly as she slowly died.
Orange was her favorite color.
Before she died of leukemia.
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