Crimson and Blue lay together.
"I love you," Blue said to Crimson. "Like the sea loves the sun."
"And I love you," Crimson replied. "Like the sun loves the sea."
It was simple. It was good. Their soft skin touched. Hands clasped.
A sweet smile, one red mouth to another.
A kiss, two red lips to two others.
An embrace. Joy in physical form.

The next morning. Accusations.
Pointing fingers. Snarling mouths.
Rage. Fists. Heartache.
Crimson and Blue held each other.
They were torn apart.
Some people just didn't like purple.