Scarlet Night

I gazed into his eyes as we walked. They sparkled with the reflection of the stars that were shimmering upon us. The fields seemed to dance as the fireflies soared over the leafy tops, creating a stardust allusion. They created a path for our feet to follow.

He looked into my eyes and grasped my hand tighter, sending butterflies scurrying up my arm. He slowly leaned in, his gaze becoming more intense, silently begging. My own heart yearned to feel his passion, to show him my own. But I had to decide. Do I stay loyal, or do I allow the unimaginable to cloak me. If I chose wrong, blood would be shed. Crimson would flood the stars, and the night would turn scarlet.