It was your sparkling,red hair that caught my attention at first sight. You were entirely covered in red when we first hair, red clothes and dark red blood flowing down your cheek. I didn't know how to feel: afraid by the cruelty of this sight or amazed by a creature so wonderful. I couldn't move, my eyes were stuck on you.
When your piercing yellow eyes found their way to mine, you smiled and held out your tongue as a sign of sympathy. My heart skipped a beat.
With a few huge steps and jumps from roof to roof, you left the top of the house where the moon has been highlighting your overwordly beauty to step into the shadows where I was standing.
"Go-Good Evening, Sir!" I muttered.
You smirked.
"Hello,my Lady! What are you doing in such bloody a night?"
I couldn't dare look you in the eyes. You slightly touched my cheek and held me by my chin.
Yellow touching Red. Your eyes pierced through my liquorice heart.
Blood Soaked the white shirt under my red clothes.
Blood Stained my cheek as it stained yours when we first met.
Blood ran down my hand.
Filth penetrated my heart.
Is this love blind and born out of loneliness?
Or was it the remain of a drop of innocence that summoned this magic?
I don't know. All I know is that my feelings are as red as your hair, as shining as your yellow eyes, as painful as your Death Scythe.
Will you leave me one day as all the others did?
Will this haunted color damn me forever?
Won't there be salvation in my case?
When your beloved Death scythe cut through me, I remembered the moment when it was only your eyes who pierced me. When it was your flaming love to burn me deep inside.
YOu made my blood spill just like the blood of our victims.
I saw it rushing out of my veins, staining my beloved Ciel, the last remain of a wonderful time.
I take my sins with me to the grave. I take all this grief and pain with me. I won't haunt you, Grell. I am too worthless for that anyway. You broke me, you tortured me but I love you too much to hate you. To Die by your hands is almost an honor. The Most beautiful death one can experience...
Agony, betrayal,despair. That's what my existence was consisted of. Just blackness.
Isn't it ironic, how I passionately love the brightest of all colors?