When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

35; Libraries, thoughts, and flashbacks

Zayn

 

The lead up until Brazil was agonising. We had about two weeks left until our semester ended, and I couldn't focus on anything. Brazil! I had never before been out of the United Kingdom and now I was going to Brazil! I was so excited I could barely think about anything else.

I think Violet was excited too. She had never been too far away either, and the idea of Brazil was something incredibly new to us. But our schedules were even more fast paced as ever now that we were nearing to the end of the semester and we were lucky if we saw each other for even a minute.

Niall was glad we were going, and I think somewhat relieved. He had been carrying a lot of heavy weight on his shoulders since the loss of his child that I think he was desperate to let go of. Avery was slowly getting better also, talking and eating more. They had each other, and they knew that. They also knew they desperately needed this trip.

And so did Violet and I. I tried to ignore the fact that this trip to us was a trial to see whether our relationship could last, and tried to focus on the fact that it was a trip with three of the best people in my life. But I knew that Violet and I were on the rocks, and we needed this trip in order to save ourselves. I hoped that we would. I knew that we needed to. This was our last chance.

I started to think about Violet and I as I sat in the library attempting to study, and I wondered how we ended up with a last chance. Since when did we need to save our relationship? We had barely even started our relationship, and now we were trying to save it? Is this what it means to be an adult? I wish that for just one day I could go back in time and replay the events up until now, because maybe I could find out what the problem was and when and where it occurred. Maybe, just maybe, I could have saved this before it needed to be saved.

What ever happened to just us two? Violet and I. Me and Violet. What ever happened to the secret moments, the inside jokes, the hidden intimacy? At what point did it all just disappear? I loved college, I really did. But I loved Violet more. And I was starting to realise that maybe I couldn't have both.

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"Do you trust me?"

 

"Of course I trust you."

 

"Then do it."

 

"I-I can't."

 

I look at Violet as she stands on the log by the water, watching the waves roll past in absolute terror. She's dressed in a pink bathing suit with frills around the edges and has her hair falling loosely around her shoulders. It's the summer just after high school and we're at a small beach just outside of London. We've been together officially for about two months.

 

"Don't make me push you in." I step closer to her and she yelps, almost falling off the log.

 

"No, no!"

 

"I will!" I come closer.

 

"No, Zayn-"

 

I catch her before she can fall, engulfing her in my arms. For a second I just hold her as she is, the waves overlapping beside us. And I just look at her, and I am filled with complete warmth. Because here she is in my arms, and here she will forever be.