The world was bountiful in fresh new color. She was like a child first opening its eyes. Everything begged to be touched and smelt. But there was a thing she wasn’t supposed to touch. It was the most beautiful one of all.

She was caught and thrown in a white box where the only other color other than the depressing innocence of white was the vivid lustful color of blood. Red was her favorite color before she was allowed to leave. It held a secret beauty that they couldn’t understand. It was the color of love and comfort.

But the nurses would not allow this fascination to continue. They would throw her into the room of mute color.

And so she held her favorite color back from the world. No one knew the beauty of the color of red within her eyes. It became her own little secret.