Enjoltaire One Shots

Red

Red. That was all he could see.

Red. The blood that stained the streets.

Red. The jacket that his leader wore.

Red. The wine in his bottle.

Red. His anger at himself.

Red. The scars on his wrist.

Red. His eyes from crying.

Red. The colour of the knife.

Black. The darkness that overtook him.

Black. The colour that led to death.