Red is the colour of passion. The screaming color of a passionate rose. The fervid throes of a vivid romance. The rhapsodies of a hopeful heart. But it represents so many terrible things. Death and pain. Blood and anger. Why is such a beautiful colour associated with such terrible things? Passion. Hearts. Romance. Those are the only good outcomes of red. Everything else represents the human race. Negativity. Death. Death. DEATH. DEATH. GOD.

Red.

I hate it.