Septiplier One-shots

Red Paint

Red paint.

I love red paint.

It reminds me of your hair.

It reminds me of the passion in our kisses.

It reminds me of the anger you feel when people pick on me.

It reminds me of your heartbeat that will lull me to sleep.

But...

Now it reminds me of what your hair used to look like.

It reminds me it the passionate kisses we use to share.

It reminds me of the anger you used to feel when someone picked on me.

It reminds me of what your heart beat use to feel like, before it stopped.

Now I only paint with black.

I hate red paint.