The incomplete, angry red.

"Damn you, woman. Where's the rest of the body?" yelled the red angrily.

The red had no clue what it was anymore.
It was not lost. It was incomplete.

Was it part of human lips? Was it the top of a heart without its bottom? Was it nippless boobs seen from above?

So the red waited.

And waited.

And progressively got more pissed off but waited.

Until eventually, a sense of belonging came.