Drabble as prompted by Loves2Blame on Twitter
Word: crimson
I'll never forget the way she looked against my sheets. Dark hair brushing against naked shoulders, pale skin glistening with dew from our past hours exertions, plump lips from pressing against mine; she was sheer perfection against my silken sheets. Never again will she be there. Never again will I have those sheets upon my bed for they remind me of her. Crimson. Like the blood that ran in rivulets from the bloody gash upon her chest after he killed her. Jacob. Black in name. Black in heart. All because he couldn't have her. Because she was mine. My Isabella.