Red, red, red.
Red hair flying, red dress snapping, red eyes streaming.
Red from arms in places it shouldn't be.
Help me help me help me.
And then you did.
Screaming in the middle of a crowded room.
And you looked up. And you saw right through me with those beautiful eyes of yours.
Two halves of one heart, across the miles and miles of ignorance that is the world we live in?
Why you?
Why me?
YOU ARE READING
We'll Always Go On
FanfictionRose, living two years after the disaster of the Titanic, questions again if she must really keep living for a promise that already been broken.
