The Lady in Red


The night is coming, just like it did the night before. It really isn’t anything special to me, just a darker shade of grey. You see, I view the world through a pair of monochrome lens. Its been this way since birth, well, at least until I saw her. Her lips glowed like rubies, her hair seems like it was on fire, and something shimmery hung from her ears. These colors I can only imagine to be shades of red. Is this what red looks like? How beautiful, how enchanting. Who was she? Who was this woman in red?


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