The Heart
“I hate you!”
She laughed, her eyes filled with mirth as she fell against him, clutching her sides. The sunlight set her fiery red hair aglow, turning it copper and gold. Her body shook with giggles and her hair moved, resembling the flames she lit in his heart.
“I hate you!”
She screamed, her lapis eyes shining with tears. His phone was clutched in her hand and the screen filled with incriminating messages illuminated her eyes. They looked like oceans, the very one his heart was drowning in.
“I hate you!”
She whispered, her pale form trembling ever so slightly. The dim moonlight from the window made her skin shine silver, as though she was glowing, a maiden of the moon herself. The scarlet liquid reflected the silver light as well, where it blossomed as some dark rose from her chest. Her stained silver skin was cold, with a feeling of ice, the same ice that now encased his heart.