The Woman Called Red

The Woman Called Red

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jan 4, 2021
A day. Twenty four hours. One thousand four hundred and forty minutes. Eighty six thousand four hundred seconds. Just eighty six thousand three hundred ninety nine seconds left. I keep counting down as I reluctantly get ready. The colors are especially pretty today. The sky is painted red, as if someone had splattered it with blood. Most people don't see how pretty colors really are. It's a shame that they don't appreciate them more. Especially red. A enchanting tale of an unexpected friendship between assassin and a botanist.
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Hoping to shake this human off once and for all, I twisted my body around rapidly with a plan to put my words into action. When I was on my way to push this man as deep into the floor as possible my body all of the sudden went rigid. When my body froze solid, so did my brain. It took me several seconds to get out of my trance and when I finally did, all that was running through my mind were two words. Those eyes. All of the feelings that I had been hiding for the last 160 years were now coming crashing down on me. They were literally shooting out from this human's eyes like fire. A fire that burned into my core.

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