Title: Blood and Shame
Words: 100
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: There's a bit of blood described- but not a lot.
Author’s Notes: Very sad- I don't know what I was thinking, but it was the first thing that came to mind with this prompt. =(
Red. It was a very beautiful color to him once-vibrant and strong.
But now…
He looked at his hands, smeared with her blood. He felt numb, and as though he was in a dream. A surreal dream where he was watching himself staring at his hands, looking like a dummy in the middle of St. Mungo's.
All he could keep thinking of was the pool of blood around her, a red that contrasted sharply with her bright red hair.
The color mocked him. You are weak. You let her die. Now, all you'll have left of her is my color.