The colour... that dyed that grey December sky... was that most hateful... red.

I hated them. They had something I could never have, regardless of how much I desired it. What I wanted. What I cherished. I, who had lost it all... and those whores, who possessed what I wanted more than anything... but were throwing it away

A lady... should always be delicate and lovely before a gentleman... an innocent girl first and foremost.