A certain shade of red

His tears, only existent in his heart, were red. They were marked with pain, anger,love. 

She would wear the same colour on her wings which were as real as the tears that poured down this left cheek.

They stopped living to the songs of their heads a long time ago realizing that they much preferred the unpredictable roller coaster of their heartbeat.

One. Two. One. Two.

Testing the universal microphone. Could anybody hear them? Was anybody listening? Their voices were hidden from the world minus one; but what more could they ask for?

For the red that he shed and the red that she wore brought colour to their black and white lives.