Happy Valentine’s Day” the shrieks filled the air as she looked upon the young squealing couple; now shaking Red confetti off each other’s hair. The entire coffee house was in a myriad of different hues of Red. Undoubtedly Red was the color of Love.
‘Love’ she thought and couldn’t hide the smirk that escaped her crimson lips. What do they know of this emotion? The obsession? The intensity and darkness? It can kill & die together.
She closed her eyes and the room was still dark, the rocking chair creaked ominously in the corner unaware of the inhabitants. The lone candle casting dark long shadows blinked, threatening to go off anytime. He had insisted in bringing her to this god forsaken place, he had said it was serene, away from the mad bustling world. Had he forgotten to mention it was dark, closed, claustrophobic and dreary? The smell of dust mingled with the musty smell of old wood n cobwebs seem to enter and ravage her mind but it was the metallic smell of blood that was numbing her senses. She glanced up to see her face reflected out …….hundreds, expressionless on the mirror or what remained of the mirror that once graced the wall. And there he was at the foot of the mirror.
Damn wasn’t he adorable, the way he smiled his dimpled smile, the way his intense eyes lit up when he spoke to her, the honesty in them when he said he loved her. She could live through thousand perils of hell and not utter a single cry if it was for him. She lived n breathed just for him, until, until he said they were other people with whom he shared his life and they too held a place and he could not always be with her. He said she was a part (though an important one) she was just a part of his life.
‘INCAPABLE’ she had termed him. Incapable of loving her, just her. Why was it so hard for him to do that when she did it every day? When she had molded herself into everything he wanted….. She loved him to death and only death could do them apart.
He wanted to go, he had to die………….
Her eyes fluttered open as the waiter brought her the coffee mug. Tears flowed through her eyes as she saw the mug. It was red and just like her hands stained with blood.
The color of her love was RED.
One of my "Attempts" at writing something that comes close to horror. Please after reading this do not come back at me saying I need help n stuff. I'm one of the most happy believers of LOVE in this planet. This is just a dark expression of the most frequently felt emotion.
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