When he looked at her, he felt the same way he did at fifteen: electrified. The walls could start crumbling around them and his eyes would only be glued on Red: her signature braids where the strands stuck out at odd ends after a few hours, the mastery of a smirk she had, the scar that made her look even fiercer than he’d imagined. There was no one else for him, he knew that. They were doomed, always had been, but sometimes...