He sees forever in her eyes, and it's wrong, he knows, but he can't help it.

They collide in a tangle of limbs and fiery kisses, her sighs ringing in his ears, her hands twisting in his hair, her heart beating alongside his own, and all he can think is red.

Red hair, red cheeks, red roses, red car.

Red, red, red.

And then there's her, in the middle of it all, red paint staining her fingers, smiling at him, kissing him, loving him.

She's not his, she was never his, but he doesn't care.

He can't bring himself to care.

Forever is a long time, but without her, it's so much longer.