Love Cassette I

Ardor

Whenever Noah envisions Diane she’s covered in crimson. From the tips of her hair to the soles of her feet. This red hue dominates his vision of the girl before him. It’s a frightening vermillion that stains her hands. A scarlet that entraps Diane's cheeks in a constant daze. Diane's candy coated red lips that catch his attention when she speaks and breaths out soft strawberry scents that ensnares him within her grasps. Noah swears she's coated in a photographic filter of passion. Heated and strong the color full of intensity that threatens to steal his life. But, just as this color represents her in her most fiery moments, they do not see her at the worst of times.

They abandon her at those dark times leaving only frail wisps of what could be. Instead he's alone with white and gray covering her body in a lifeless embrace. He see's Diane's ragged and cracked core. Noah knows of the nights coloring her eyes with grey exhaustion as deadly white skin begs for the sun. For life Noah thinks.

But, the bloody red persists. Goes through ruby colored veins and into her every move. Diane's tainted the same way her past will always be the color of crimson blood. Red suits her he thinks as he sees her choke on the color. Noah believes it even when she scratches herself to uncover the rest of the red wine dripping from herself. The color she produces at her deadly white core. She's a white rose bleeding red.

With eyes wide open Noah's aware of the chaos that swirls around her feet in an elegant dance. How her lithe body moves and shifts to the rhythm of her pounding heart. Red, red, red. It fills his vision completely. Her body bathed in this sin. Till the vermillion isn’t a blood red anymore but, decays into charcoal black. As, slowly this thick red iron smell thins to reveal black inked veins. Diane's been exposed to the world too fast and too soon, but too late that now he has to watch her red decay.

Grimly he acknowledges this also suits the young girl. Aware of how one sided this passion is on his end. How the red he see's encompass her isn't returned in her vision. This too turns black like the night as he holds on fast to his feelings, acknowledging their strength and worth. Before he too, gives this red passion up.