Synopsis

[R-18 - written years ago, a draft that I decided to publish; bear with errors. xoxo]

Red, named after a color they said, I say it's a symbol of war, like the chaos in my head.

I always find my name boring, but I liked the fact that my Mom thought of Love while naming me, or maybe it's just her excuse 'cause she couldn't think of anything else.

Red could also mean anger and aggression, yet honestly, I wonder when will I ever associate Red with passion and Love.

Maybe soon...or maybe never.

Probably when someone learned the perfect palette of actions, on how I'll be tamed.