There she was, my lovely Garnet. Her hair sparkled like the jewel of her name; it was dyed to match. Her lips bled rivers of red, so beautiful I wanted to kiss them just once more. It was hard to believe she was there before me with a smile upon her voluptuous lips. Her already pale skin was becoming paler, like a ghost, but tinted a lighter shade of slate blue.
As I crouched above her, the sun caught the glimmer upon the cracked pavement throwing red within my eyes that burned like acid. The wind blew my dark bangs across my face, poking my right eye. It stung like the sting of a scorpion.