Water splashed against the pier. Cold air filled the emptiness around.
I knew a boy.
He was a gentle soul.
The icy blue stuff stung. People mulled around me. They were too far to be heard. I stood on the pier.
He was innocent. Kind, and loving.
He cared too much. Some people say he didn't care at all.
About him. About them.
About me.
I knew better. He was hurting.
His once innocent eyes. They were cold. His loving nature. Hatred.
Red. That's the color. That's him.
Caring.
Love.
Hate.
Passion.
Red.
Caring.
I saw his innocence one last time. I saw his caring soul.
He showed it to me.
He told me he couldn't care anymore. He said caring kills people.
I told him I'd die with him then.
He cared too much to do that.
And now, here I stood. On a pier. Cold air hitting my arms. Blind to my surroundings.
My friends don't know what happened.
They ask me if I know what could've done it. I'll tell them he cared too much. They won't believe me.
Love.
He loved me. He never said it. I loved him. I never said it.
I knew it in the way he spoke to me. In the way he held me. Away from the hells of life, I knew it.
His kisses were icy cold.
He says they were like his heart. I never believed him. My friends ask themselves if he were ever capable of love.
I keep our love hidden. My heart is cold, like his.
Maybe my kisses will be icy too, now.
Hate.
His once warm soul, now filled with hate.
Now cold and empty.
Red as the blood of his enemies.
His hatred ran through his veins like blood. I hate him. He hates me.
Hate is a force too strong for someone to face alone.
Cloaked in hatred, it will change a person.
Even one….so unique. So…..them.
Passion.
He was passionate. There's not much to say.
He wanted so much out of life.
He would do whatever it took to get it. As long as I stood by him.
And I did.
He never knew I did.
That was what I was passionate about. Keeping him with me.
He was passionate about me too.
Late nights in dark alleyways and lonesome rooms proved it.
I guess passion wasn't enough.
Red.
He was red. Everything about him was red. I could see it in his eyes.
His lust, his love, his hatred…everything.
Red gives me a glimpse into his world.
Red is something I want to be.
Red is something I want to destroy.