Blood. So much blood.
It’s pooled around your still body. Seeping into your once white dress. Filling the air with the unmistakable stench of metal and death.
It’s everywhere.
Everything has been stained crimson. What once used to be your favorite color is now a symbol of betrayal. Ruthless, ugly betrayal.
Crimson was the color of your lipstick. The rose bushes surrounding the chapel.
It was the wine at the wedding reception. The gem on your ring was crimson.
Crimson was the handle of the knife. The knife that the groom stabbed into your heart.
Your once beating, crimson heart.
Crimson was all you saw when you collapsed.
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