This is just a really little drabble on what Jellal had thought about red. I'm not sure if this is any good, but I hope you enjoy. I don't own Fairy Tail.
When he first saw red, it was a black crimson dripping from his arm after he was taken away from everything he had known and loved. A hated red, giving him nothing but suffering, reminding him of his unchanging shackles of enslavement, which seemed to only add to his despair. A disgusting, tainted, dark red. He hated that painful red that gave nothing but tragedy.
He saw a gentle red, scarlet. Her hair color. Beautiful, innocent, like the one who possessed it. Even when there was despair, the scarlet showed him hope. It was kind, unlike the hated crimson, so much kinder. He loved that warm, brilliant red that was smiling back at him, that reminded him of a much happier side to life.
He saw that gentle scarlet tainted by the disgusting crimson. She was being tainted and he was the one who caused this to her. He become the one who brought the dark painful crimson. Now the only thing he can do, is stay away from that gentle red, he felt like he needed to stay away from his scarlet of hope. The scarlet that he loves.
