He hit the wall with his fist, watching the crimson
ripple from the impact. Why does she do this? he wonders.
He knows she likes him.
He knows she loves him.
And he sees her with all the other men.
He knows because he can read her.
She is an open book to him.
She is no blank page.
He sees red.
All the other men, they don't know her.
She is not just a pretty face.