The cobble stones soak up the red blood, a deep wine colour. The wine stains the bricks with sadness. Not many pass by him, as he lies there unmoving. Blood soaks his white shirt, he bought it yesterday. His perfect hair is matted by blood, the blonde strands are matted and no longer gleaming. His blue eyes are open to the world, but he can not see. His skin is still rosy, the blood not yet emptied from his body. Most of the blood stems from a knife wound over his heart.
A boy sees a small crowd see the dead boy and crowd him. They all point to something on his neck. Glasses lay smashed next to the matted blonde hair. The brunette runs keeping his papers under his arm, he just spent fifty cents, he's not going to loose that. As he sees the face he pushes through the crowd his papers securely under his arm. He then panicks, kneeling next to the boy hugging his dead form kissing his bloody lover, crying the papers fallen soaking up blood.
Around the boys neck is a red bow tie. But looked around is red ribbon tied like a noose.
Author's notes: Okay a red tie ment you were gay int eh 1890's. And this is Dutchy… Specs is cuddleing his dead body because he was murdered.
Cards on: Aids- Yeah we've come a long way, people don't even know what it does to you. Fuck off.