Scarlet is on my mind.

Always.

Scarlet.

At first I don't know why. I don't know why I can't stop searching for the colour. I don't know why I can't get it out of my thoughts. I don't know why it sticks in my throat like poison.

And then I remember. I remember everything.

Most of the times I love her.

The times I don't…

They're ugly.

Scarlet.

Erza.

Erza Scarlet.

Erza Scarlet and her scarlet hair.

The rose's sharp thorns cut through Erza's palm. It wasn't the first she received, and it wouldn't be the last.

They were red.

Like scarlet.