She had singed her hair trying to smoke weed. She stood there, eyes on the weed, confused where the smoke was coming from. The flames had stopped before she realized what had happened.

She saw a ring of white around his grayish blue eyes.
He reached out and brushed off the ashes and crisp strands of hair.
"This is a bad omen"
She laughed.

She was sitting on the counter, legs wrapped around him, wanting more.
She looked up to him. He had stopped moving.
"You have a strand of gray hair"
She waited as he reached out and pulled it out.
He pulled off her wisdom while he was deep and hard in her.

The kitchen smelled of marijuana and blood and sex. There was blood and cum trailing from the white counter to the bathroom, faint traces of heel prints where she had accidentally stepped on the blood. She was standing in the grimy bathtub letting the blood and cum drip out of her, leaving thick pinkish trails on her thighs.