Chapter 1- Red

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Red

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Red.

A color that could have so many meanings, passion, love, seduction, violence and anger.

Red looked good on him but the knit in brows told me he didn't agree. I watched as the once white shirt soaked up the red, his clothes drank up the liquid.

His head wasn't held as high as it usually was, his shoulders were slumped and his legs trembled ever so slightly.

Red.

The color of his blood.

His eyes moved up and locked onto mine. The anger that danced in them suddenly washed away and for the first time since we'd met, I couldn't read them.

"I was right..." he almost chuckled

I remained frozen still as I listened to his words.

"I once told you... that love was weakness... now look at me"

I kept my gaze firmly on his eyes as I stepped closer. I was only a few inches away when I stopped.

"I should have listened to myself, then I wouldn't be here"

I nodded along knowing he was right.

"look what we became" I whispered

His rough hand suddenly gripped the back of my neck and inched my face closer to his.

Love had made him weak but it had made me strong. It had made me crazy, even a monster.

It had made me just like him.

"I had to save myself" I told him

Killing him would be like committing suicide, it would kill a huge part of me.

His grip left my neck as his body dropped to the floor in front of me.

Suddenly a grin appeared on his lips and a sinister laugh erupted from his mouth.

"Looking at you, is just like looking a mirror... not even the devil can save you now"

Then his laugh subsided.

His beautiful eyes fluttered closed.


His beautiful eyes fluttered closed

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