Red.

I only see Red.

I see it in the wilting rose on our dining room table. In the burgundy sofa by the door. In the brick fireplace that’s supposed to keep us warm. 

I only hear sirens.

Flooding into my head. They flash madly underneath my eyelids as I try to focus on something else. Anything else. But I cant. They’re blaring. Blocking out all the light. 

I only smell rust.

Poignant and bitter and making my heart lurch. 

I only feel...

Fear. Sadness. Hatred. Loss. Devestation. Regret. 

Evrything.

who would choose this?

...why?