love tap
- v. gainsborough -
Red, red, red.
Red, the color of his work uniform; the red that distinguished him from a good, reputable boy to just another drunkard's worthless son.
Red the way she blushed when they first met.
Red the way he bled when she shot him.
Red like blood, red like love.
She had long since walked away, leaving nothing but the echo of her apology behind. "Don't be," he told it, his voice cracked and nearly nonexistent.
The last thing this world needs is someone like me.
He knew he should've been sparing his energy, should've stopped talking a long time ago. But he didn't stop.
"Don't forget your promise, okay? Play me a song. You're probably better than you think."
Better than I've ever been at anything.
The last remnants of her voice had finally faded away, leaving only the soft drip drip of his blood against the cold floor. He was tired, so tired.
He closed his eyes and smiled.
"See ya... Rico."
I never regretted it.