helium balloons

ss: red

scarlet:

You looked delicious in red.

The first time I saw you, you were piss drunk at a club, and I was trying to get piss drunk as well. The strobe lights were white behind you, and you were sloshing around on heels that you probably should have taken off. Your dress was red and tight across your skin. Every curve on your body was enhanced and swaying off beat to a song that seemed to only have bass. Your lips were scarlet, full. I pretended that they were whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Your nails were painted in the same hue as your dress. Occasionally your hands would roughly mess around in your hair in a way that would have been seductive if you were sober.

You looked so damn good in red. It all blurred around you. The crowded club was background noise. You were red in a black and white world. Something violent seized my heart. I saw red and you.

I fired a shot down my throat, the color scorching my throat and through my veins. I walked towards you. You gave me your number because you were drunk. You did not remember in the morning.

I remembered every single fiber of red.

ruby:

The next time I saw you, you were a few seats away in a fancy restaurant. It was dark enough that you could not catch me looking, but bright enough that I would not miss a thing.

Your lips were a shade of burgundy, and your hair was twirled in an impressive updo. Soft curls fell in your face. A man with a red tie brushed them out of the way. You had ruby earrings in and a jewel on your finger. Your nails were dark red and filed with sophistication. The candlelight made your features look harsh. There was a dish with a red garnish sitting in front of you. Anybody else would be tempted by it, but your eyes were elsewhere.

There was a wine bottle on your table, and it was split amongst you two. Tall, wide-lipped glasses were filled with red wine. Your two glasses kissed. You and him took a first sip in synchronization. Your eyes did not leave him.

My eyes did not leave you.

I felt something burn inside me. Visions swirled in red. I looked back at my date, the colors fading so fast. She was wearing blue or grey or black. It all looked the same under the lighting. It was not red.

I was not planning on getting drunk. You looked damn good in red.

crimson:

Have I told you that you look incredible in red?

You were wearing a red dress. It fell mid-thigh. You were still young enough to wear the color. Your hair was curled and fell across your back in waves. Your nails were scuffed up, the red paint chipping at the tips. You looked much like you had when I saw you the first time. I felt the same way. We were both sober. Your contact burned in my phone. There was a red stoplight not far from us, and your face was painted in all of its shades.

You were staring at me for once. Your eyes were glistening, and your lips were parted, growing redder by the second. You were lying in a rapidly expanding pool of crimson. A wound was severed red in your side, leaving both dress and flesh torn. The jewel on your finger was stained scarlet. Your dress became a shade darker.

I sighed. I felt the way you had swooned for me, spilling into my chest. Your head had lolled on my shoulder. I was touching so much red. You looked so damn good.

I went back to my girl in blue, the knife leaving red in the backseat of my car.

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