Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne
(A/N) Hi. This is only my second fic so any constructive comments and all reviews would be very much appreciated. Thanks to Leoanda Taylor for being my beta.
Red
She hadn't ever really cared much for the colour. If anyone had asked her what her favourite colour was she would have said blue. That was before she met him. Now every time she so much as glimpsed something red it reminded her of him and his favourite red shirt. She loved that shirt, the way the rough fabric felt under her hands when he'd hugged her close to keep her safe and the smell of fields which clung to it – his smell.
If you asked her today, her answer would definitely be red.