Red was courage he so direly possessed (it might just be the death of him); heated blood that ran profusely through his adrenaline-powered veins (his sheer passion rivaled by noone); fiery tendrils of the love she claimed (it burned his heart with kerosene). Red was for the little redbreast mockingbird.

So, since red was the very essence of him, she could not comprehend her astonishment when his eyes bore the same color behind the domino mask.

They were unholy ruby orbs that gleamed like a mine, flecked with gold and encircled with ebony.

"Abnormal?" they even laughed. "I always was."

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Chapter title inspired by the phrase 'Truth is stranger than fiction.'

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