My room looked different. I didn’t remember painting it that colour.
Wait. Why was my body sticky? Why was I on the floor?
Then I remembered.
I had threatened to leave him. He got mad.
Did this not happen two days ago?
Then I saw him standing there. Menacing.
“Will you still leave me?”, he asked.
“Of course not.”, I said.
He smiled and said “Happy Valentine’s, baby.”
We kissed.
Love really is red.
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