Dreams: A Collection Of Romance One-Shots

Red

So kinda not romance actually kinda the opposite but, it's a story idea lol so idk 

 Red. Violent. Passionate. Bright. Dark. Deep. Angry. Those are the words that appear in your head when you think of the color. It's no longer a color but, a feeling. Like a rush of hatred when you glance at someone who's done a wrong or the small feeling that creeps into your sternum and warms your heart. Or it's the heat that blossoms in your cheeks when you're embarrassed. It's red hot and burns on and on, never going out but, instead smolders when it grows cold and explodes with fury when sparks fly.

A range of emotions float in my head, knocking against my skull, threatening to spill out at any moment. It's the wave of red-hot that flushes my face when I think of memories or it's the venom that sinks into my skin when I think of those three words: I love you. And all I want to do is scream and cry and fall apart. Do you know how long it took to put those puzzle pieces back together? It was as if I was a thousand piece puzzle and you had taken all of my hard work and thrown it off the table, forcing me to start at square 0. Did you know that you were my rock once and suddenly that rock slipped out from under my feet and I came crashing down. And I'm glad that it did. It forced me to learn how to get up. It forced me that you aren't going to be around and that sometimes rocks crumble. Sometimes rocks you think are made of iron are really just made of limestone.

Did you know that I would've told you how much I loved you? Did you know that I would've loved to just have you in my arms again and tell you how much I loved you. Did you also notice the past tense? And I'm glad that I can finally say that. It took so long and suddenly in a single night, every happy memory I held on just slipped. And the thing is, I didn't even bother to try and retrieve in those memories. Instead, I woke up the next morning, curled my hair, and went to school knowing that I looked good and that you were gonna see that I can be happy without you and I don't need you.

Did you know that I felt like a broken toy going about a day without you? I felt like a porcelain doll, a crack webbing across her face, threatening to shatter. And I found my band aids somewhere else. Not from you. Not from your texts of I love you's but, instead on my own. I finally told my friends the thing you didn't want me to do. And sure, maybe you don't care now but, I sure do. I want you to see that I'm not nothing without you. I'm not a bipolar two-faced bitch. I'm the girl who was sleep deprived because I stayed up waiting for you to respond. I'm the girl who was so self conscious of herself I had eating issues because of you. I'm the girl who would hate every person you talked to. I'm the girl who almost destroyed a relationship because of you. I'm the girl who couldn't trust her friends because of you. I'm the girl who cleaned up her own mess and came clean to everyone. I'm the girl who loves to write. I'm the girl who's a sucker for vampire romances and I'm the girl who's determined that life is like a fairy tale that someday I'll find true love and I'll get married and everything will be okay. And guess what? That true love won't be you. It'll be someone who actually doesn't talk behind someone's backs and someone who will love me not just because they're tired. It'll be someone I can tell everything to without wanting to take it back after saying it. It'll be someone I really do love.