His favorite color was red.
Red, the color of fresh roses blooming underneath the suns warm rays. I always knew why he loved red, it reminded him of the way his mother used to console him as a child, as he played with her deep red hair. I have always been drawn to him, the same way he had been drawn to red. I met him at the young age of four, hiding behind him in class because he was my only friend, making a company with him in fifth grade as a ridiculous way to earn money. Now, he wont even look at me. Wont even speak to me, and never replies to my texts. I cry almost every week, wondering what I did that made him run away. And now, this girl flutters his heart that he met two months ago the same way my heart fluttered when i see him? I ask myself, why? Well, then i remebered...
His favorite color was red.
That morning on the way to school, i wore a brilliant red dress, knowing he would comment on it, because red was HIS color. I was ready for his words, "That dress is amazing!" , but to my disbelief, he ran to her, calling her name, ignoring me as if i was a fly on the wall. I almost cried, right then and there, but I remebered...
His favorite color was red.
I knew what i needed to do. I hopped on the next train into the city, ready for the change I was making. I walked out of the salon, with deep red hair, just like his mom's. I knew for sure he would notice me, and even though I absolutley hated my hair, he would love it. The way he wrecks my brain each day, all the time i spend thinking about him, all the conversations I spent hours planning in my head about him, it would all be finally worth it. I was ready for his words today, knowing he would say something. After all, red was HIS color. I sat down, and I stared up at him. We locked eyes, and right before I spoke, he walked up to her and commented on her new blonde hair. I sat there in shock. I had been months working overtime at my local pet shelter, even though I was allergic to kittens, just so I could afford this red hair, so he would finally love me, like I have loved him for ten years. All of this, just for him to ignore me, like nothing had ever changed. He was the reason I lost all my friends, because i always spent my time dreaming about him instead of hanging out with them. I had one idea left, and I knew this one was going to work because...
His favorite color was red.
So i reached for the knife. Now I am all red, and he is crying and finally not ignoring me. Why hadn't he noticed me like this before?