RED
Red can be a beautiful color. Like the red-gold of a sunrise or sunset. The leaves at autumn time. But for me? I hate the color. It only reminds me of the people I have lost.
The yellow-orange-red of the fire that took my beloved Jess's life.
The color of the crossroads demon's eyes when she refused to give back my brother's contract.
The bright red of my brother's blood as the hell hounds tore him apart.
So for me the color only means loss, but it can be beautiful once more. Beautiful, as my blood spills so that once more I can be with those I love.