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Red
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Blood.....
It spills to the street, into rivers that look like rich red wine. The blood of the Innocent, those who were defenseless, the blood of whom were not worthy in his eyes.
She tried her best to change his views, that she did. But why would he ever listen?
His victim she was from so long ago. Back then she was a 11 year old girl, just learning how to use a wand, attending the school he now belonged. He was her best friend, but friends did he know?
She poured to him her heart and soul. Freeing him from a book, to take her pure soul.
He had been thought to be destroyed, to be dead. But a memory is never dead, as long as there is still a person who holds it.
He had been brought back, restored, revived. He wanted revenge, to see the unworthy die, but in order for this he hid away, waited, and waited.
Blood.....
The color of her hair, the color warm in her heart.
Black the color they said was his, that set him and her apart. Cold was he, but she tried to see him in a lighter way. So she tried to change his views, and he stroked her blood red hair.The chilling color, fell to her shoulders like red wine spilling from a glass.
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Thanks for reading, I may make another chapter, for this. I came up with it in English class, I guess I should pay more attention to the teacher, but it is writing class, and I wrote!
Well if this was liked I will make another chapter (when I'm not working on Taking Over Me!).
:::Riddled-Slytherin:::
P.S.
I can't really come up with a title, if someone suggests something better then 'Red.' I will use it!! thanx!