Jake met Red's mother twice in his life. The first time was when she called him to tell him, tears in her voice, that her daughter had always spoken very highly of him and loved him so, but that afternoon she had been hit by a car and killed. The second time was when he stood next to her as they lowered her casket into the freshly dug earth. Rain softly hit Red's mother's umbrella; Jake did not have an umbrella, which he was glad about, because the rain hid the fact that he was crying. Red's mother still wailed loudly, though. When dirt began to cover the wood, she threw herself into Jake's arms, which shocked him, but he hugged her anyways.
"I'm so sorry that it ended up like this," the older woman sobbed. In her younger days, she might have looked like her daughter, but she didn't have the same striking red hair. It must have came from Red's seemingly non existant dad. "So sorry."
"Yeah, me too," Jake said awkwardly, as he didn't know what to say.
"She loved you, you know."
"And I loved her."
Jake figured that he never would recover from Red. She haunted him in his dreams and his thoughts. He could see her nearly everywhere he went. Where life had once been colorful and optimistic, it was now dull, lonely, and so utterly black.
He laid on the floor of the apartment he was bound to lose soon, listening to Pretty. Odd. by Panic! At the Disco, her favorite album. That's all he thought of her as now, because to think of her name hurt too much-
("Do you want to know my name?" Red whispered as they laid in bed together, her head on his chest.
"Your name is Red, ya goof!" he laughed.
"No, I mean my real name, Jake," Red said. "Do you want to know my real name?"
"What is it?" Jake asked.
"My name is Rebecca Kay Raymond," she answered.
"Rebecca?" he repeated, then smiled and said, "Nah, I'm just going to keep calling you Red.")
-everything hurt too much. Including that album. It's psychedelic riffs were too happy. He got up and turned it off, changing it to The Queen is Dead by The Smiths, something to reflect his mood.
And his mood was pitch black.
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Colors
Romance"She was bursting with colors, like a rainbow. Her hair was red, her eyes were violet, her shirt was yellow, her skirt was orange, her bag was green, and her shoes were blue. She was like a walking, talking rainbow."
