It stains her memories. Flecks her emotions. Swallows her torn heart. A thing whose incessant beating she tires of but doesn't hinder, because when there is no one there, it whispers. When the world is only red, it reminds her: It'll be alright. You're alive.
Fiction: Biography - Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 612 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-28-12 - Complete