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[frostywisp]

black. gray. red.

the world was shades of gray. and red. black, gray, and oh, so much red.

they stand in the rain, the downpour drenching their coat, the patter drowning out the world.

the red pools around them, spreading out in a puddle, slowly, surely, inching to consume the rest of the world.

they grasp and regrasp the umbrella in their hand, turning the thing around and around, the handle the only indication of this loop with no end in sight.

the red does not easily wash out of the red of their coat, and the red does not easily wash off off the rest of their hands either.

they tilt their head up, closing their eyes, opening their mouth, and sticks out their tongue, the pink just sticking out of the yawning chasm.

the red simply sinks deeper, further, slipping and sliding slowly down their throat.

"they lied. the rain really doesn't taste like wine all that much. or at least... i think it doesn't. i'll have to find some wine to compare now." their body slowly eases back into motion, like a cannon wheeled back around to point in it's destined line of fire.

their boots continue to track the red through the bloody streets.