The crimson reaper walked out onto the dock with a bundle of roses in hand. He looked out among the waters. The memories filled his head of being here before.
A lady in crimson came to mind. She was like a fire illuminating the night, her beauty shining bright for all to see. Though the red headed male was with her. Placing a rose in her hair. She was his flower and he wanted to show her off everywhere they went.
They playfully splashed each other with the water as they sat down with their feet in the liquid. Fireflies filled the night. They shared a kiss of pure passion. It seemed that no two souls had ever been so right for each other. They held hands and talked about the world and how corrupt it had become, speaking of how they alone were only sane ones left.
