"Oh, to be someone's yellow."

People often say that they want to be a person's yellow-someone they can't live without. I wish I could say that too, but I cannot and will not. I hate that color. I despise it with all my heart, or do I?

Do I hate it, or do I just not want to admit that I fear it? Am I just sugarcoating it to sound brave?

I am. It may sound ridiculous or absurd, but that color that people loved can drive me insane and, at worst, kill me.

Kiiro Misaki is the name, currently in his twelfth grade in senior high school, taking the STEM strand. Ever since that day, I have been living in constant fear. Fear of remembering what happened, what I saw, and what I felt. It was seven years ago; the wounds and bruises might have healed, and the blood stains might have disappeared, but the pain, agony, rage, and despair left a scar that I will continue to live with forever.

Or so I thought.

Love- a four-letter word, cliché, common, and sometimes cringe. But it is also the root of everything: happiness, smiles, but also tears, pain, and sadness. Will this love be enough to save me from the depths of my fear? Or just another weight to pull me deeper and drown me to sadness and pain?

This is my battle of how I silence the loud whispers of my fear. A story of acceptance, friendship, and love. Witness how I slowly manage to look directly on the beautiful sunflowers that he sends me every day. How I can look directly on the mirror without seeing those blood stains that once dirtied me years ago. And how I can open myself to accept other people without the fear of thinking that I'll make the same mistake before.

I am Kiiro Misaki, and I will tell you that a sudden encounter to a stranger became the reason of my metanoia.