a/n: I don’t really know where this came from, and I might continue it as a mini series… idk, but i enjoyed writing it. let me know what you think :)
Red was always her colour, she’d look perfect; untouchable even, whenever she wore it. Her pale complexion shimmered against the crimson tone, a perfect combination like the Tudor Rose. And like a rose, your touch would get caught on the tip of her thorns. She may have looked like Snow White; ruby heart shaped lips and rosy cheeks. But deep inside her core, lingered poison just like the scarlet apple.
As soon as she stepped into the shower, the glass fogged up and within seconds she slammed her hand against the glass; leaving her mark. Her face slowly appeared through the fog, her hair already a tangled wet mess. “Shawn, come in,” she mouthed, her lips looking plump in contrast to her peaked face. I removed my clothing and stepped into the shower. I suddenly felt like we were safe, we were hidden and no one would ever be able to trace us.
Her frail, sallow figure stood under the water; allowing itself to be cleansed. I stepped closer and her breath hitched when I placed my hands on her cheeks. “No one must ever know,” I said, searching her lost eyes. She bit down on her lip and nodded.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I stepped back and stared at the imprint my hands had left on her cheeks. My bloodied handprints.
Red was always her colour, any shade would suit her; even the colour of blood. I leaned my back against the glass and watched as the thick blood would start to tear itself from her skin. Her hands smudged the blood on her cheeks, making it trail down her neck and onto her chest. Once the stains were no longer prominent; her hands reached for mine and she pulled me closer to her, under the falling water. I closed my eyes as I felt the evidence from hours before leave my skin. A smile appeared when I felt her fingertips trickle down the centre of my back, finally letting me feel at ease. I watched her, letting the water fall over my eyes, as she dragged her hands through her hair. She seemed unfazed by what had happened that morning, as if she had forgotten it already.
But at the daunting sound of a knock on the door, as her neck snapped in the direction of the bathroom window. I witnessed it all come back, I noticed her eyes turn dark and her jaw clench tight. She was back to looking like the woman who had just realised what they’d done, seconds after it was too late. Even though she was covered in blood, and looking scared for her life; she had never looked so beautiful. A Rose in full bloom is a beautiful sight to behold; but it also means the thorns are at their full length and will do anything to tear whatever gets in their way.