In the past, he had liked the color red.
He always had.
But right now he didn't. And he knew he never would again.
It was impossible to love the color as it stained your wrists and the floor.
It was impossible to love the color red when it was mixing with your salty tears.
It was impossible to love the color red when he realized it was no longer flowing.
Nothing was making it go. The steady beat that had always been there was gone.
He knew some shinigami had hated him, he was perfectly aware of that.
But you?
You were kind to everyone. Always sweet and caring, and always helping. You always gave 100%.
But now there was no you.
Just a body and a cinematic record.
Yes, he used to love the color red.
But now all it meant was the loss of you.
The loss of his life.