Disclaimer: *sigh* Must I explain yet again? Baz owns everything but the story.
A/N: My muse has finally revealed herself to me, *does dance*. She loves me! Her name's Jade, after my cello (she's my muse in my music too!)
Dedication: Why Christopher's crimson crayon of course!
Crimson blood stained crimson lips and spilled from them with every cough, moving ever so slowly to the cloth pressed against them.
Blood.
She hated blood.
She hated the way it tasted.
She hated the way it was always there with her, invading her, never leaving her alone.
But most of all, she hated how it was colored crimson.
Crimson was such an ugly color after all.
It was the color of heartache.
The color of despair.
The color of death.
She despised crimson.
She had toyed with her ivory studded letter opener often, running the dull blade across her wrists lightly. She had thought about pressing harder over and over again. She thought about ending her seemly perfect life.
One thing stopped her.
Her fear of crimson.
Crimson was her enemy.
Crimson would kill her.
Crimson would take her away from her beloved; stealing her from the only one she'd ever loved with all of her heart, all of her soul and all of her crimson blood.
She could feel herself dying in his arms, watching in agony as she separated herself from him. All because of the crimson.
Crimson was always there!
It was there when she met him.
It was there when she fell in love with him.
It was there when she died in his arms, gasping for breath on her day, the death day.
Crimson petals were falling that day.
Crimson.
She couldn't stand it anymore.
She hated the sight of the horrid color.
She coughed hard and smiled when crimson spilled from her lips.
She wanted it out.
She coughed again, and again, slowly ridding her body of crimson.
She was fading, and her lover knew it. He remained with her, his arms encircled around her long thin body, whispering quiet 'I love you's that no one else could hear, into her ears. He was crying tears that landed on the crimson flowers because even when she was dying, crimson got her lovers tears. He simply held her occasionally rocking her back and forth, watching her chest rise and fall, rise and fall, until… it stopped.
She had finally taken her last crimson coated breath.