Lovelies, I am back!
I spent a night reading all my old fiction and while reading my reviews I realized how much I love and miss you all, which gave me inspiration to write!
I am so sorry for having been away for several years, but hopefully this will be my comeback! I also have no idea how many of you are still following this story, but hopefully, someone will read and become happy.
Love!
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Lloyd had always liked the color red. As long as he could remember, he had always liked the color red. Zelos' hair was red. The color red always reminded him of Zelos, of all the kisses and of all the warmth. The red hair that cascaded around them in bed and the red hair that flowed in the wind when they were out travelling.
Red had always brought positive emotions to Lloyd, more so than ever after Zelos became his. But now, now he hated it. He hated red and all the memories that came with it. Why? Because red is the color of blood.
Zelos had bled so much. Lloyd had begged him to stop, to lay down his weapons. He had begged him to come back. But his strong, red lover hadn't listened, and after the fight he had been laying there, in a puddle of his own blood. Blood impossibly red. Lloyd had screamed, he had cried, he had begged. When he sat there, cradling Zelos' body, he started to hate the color red. He had stroked his lover's beautiful hair, now soiled with the blood. The blood that had been way too red. Zelos' red blood where everywhere, ruining everything. When he, crying and screaming, had bent down to kiss those red lips as if trying to will his love into life, he had felt the taste. The digusting, metallic taste. The taste of red, the taste of blood.
Never again would he be able to love red the way he once had.
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Thank you so much for reading!