Red, the color of blood, the color of anger, but also the color of love. It would be a color that i would never forget as it was the hair color of someone i loved.

It was the summer of 2010 when i met her. The sun was scorching with rage and the surrounding air felt dry. I walked towards a nearby bench and sat down. I lifted my book to my face as i begin to read. 

However, my solitude was soon abruptly disrupted by a sound. I heard a splash behind me as i turned to face the sudden sound. There stood a young lady with long red hair. She was trying to get her book out of the pond. I stood up from the stone bench and helped her. She thanked me and smiled before walking away swiftly. 

After she left, i went back to reading my book, but for some reason i was unable to do so. My heart felt heavy and i could not breathe well. I shrugged my shoulders and passed it off as something was wrong with me. 

Little did i knew that this brief moment would be something that changed my life forever.