She giggled. She was playing with the red water, splashing her hands in the bowl of the body. There was so much red everywhere. The girl long ago decided that it was her favorite color. Her world used to be just black and brown, but then a particular brown started leaking the red water. And now she saw red more than black, even in night. Although the girl didn’t know her favorite color was named red. Nobody ever told her. For her, it was just a color with no particular meaning. She liked it best when red was still warm, warm and bright. The particular shade of brown was sometimes warm also – that confused her. She was still just a little girl, in all the ways that mattered and didn’t understand the ways of life. What confused her even more was that many warm browns hated the red. She didn’t. She understood the red, and so they didn’t like her either. When warm browns saw her playing with the red color, they were disgusted and told her to stop but she couldn’t because she had already decided that it was her favorite color. After they saw her playing with it again, one of the warm browns tried to get rid of her, drown her in her favorite color. She decided not to care because they avoided the red color, her best friend! The red water understood her and she could play with it. She even made up games with the red – one of her games was picking the white balls from the particularly colored browns and throwing them in the bowl of the body filled with the red water. That’s what she was doing when he saw her.

            He was a red-colored boy, red and wild. He didn’t think very much, about anything. He didn’t want to think, thinking hurt. So he no longer though anything at all; he let the animal part of his body lead him. He wasn’t a very happy person since he didn’t think about much. He simply was. Existed and would exist until he stopped existing. It was all very simple. Or it was until he saw her. She was happy, and he wanted to be happy too. So he planned to take her happiness, take it from her. The animal part of him thought that. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t understand that it is impossible take happiness. He just wanted it. And so he would take it.

            The man was an old man, one of the few that still existed. The man understood the world and the people in it. So when the man saw the giggling girl, he knew that her mind was no longer alive. The man knew that after all the things she had seen and lived though, her mind could not take it anymore. But her small, adaptable body could, and so she lived. She lived in a happy world her mind made where the red was her friend not the killer of her life. The man understood that— he had seen it happen many times before. The man also once wanted to be weak willed but God did not give him the gift of a weak soul or a crazy mind. And so the man lived in the world the red made. He lived with the weight of the pain and bore it on his shoulders. The man knew that the girl would continue to live with the happy mind of a child even if her body grew to adulthood. There was a chance that her mind would one day return, but if it did, it would be more of a curse than a blessing. Because she would know all the things she had done – the man had seen that happen, too. It was most likely that the girl would take her own life after that. The man had also seen many that acted like the red boy. He knew that the boy no longer lived either – the animal in him lived but it was just an animal, and animals killed and got killed. The man also understood that the red boy would want the little girls’ lunacy, which was disguised as happiness. And so the red boy would kill the girl, and then would die too, with the girl’s body at his feet.  The man had seen that happen, too. But what could he do? They were just animals, and animals died. So the man left, not wanting to see the warm red flowing from the particularly brown colored girl.

            She saw the boy and giggled in delight. The boy was red and red was her favorite colored.

            The little girl died with a smile on her face, she had all she wanted, because she was finally red, she had become part the red water.

            The boy ran towards the laughing girl and took her happiness. What did he know? She just died with her favorite color surrounding her like halo. 

            The red boy didn’t know that he had just died, but even the old man will not know when he dies. Too bad, the man deserved to know.