Purple

Viola, the mesmerizing beautiful Viola. She was a bit tall, with a rocking body in which she walks beyond confidence, with a purple bold hair that not only embraced her green eyes and suited her light skin tone perfectly; it also made her unique, recognized and fearless. She dated many guys and played with some others, there were many who loved her and others who denied it. She got her mind open for new challenges and adventures, she also got her emotions aligned with her thoughts, which made her always in control of her life and relationships. She was so aware of her beauty which fed her ego and grew it stronger. She used to repeat that she is above everyone and there is no one that matches her beauty or mind the first day every morning, she was always an A student, which saved her from her parents' nagging. She was so determined to be an A girl, in everything and not only her grades or style, she used to make everything perfectly even if it was something wrong. One day I met her at a house party of a common friend, I met her eyes and I was so charmed, so I decided to make a move. I grabbed a couple of cups, they were serving cranberry juice and I thought it would be nice offering her a drink. I took the drinks and walked confidently towards her, I offered her a drink trying to start a conversation, which I did,

"Hey, I'm Andrew," I said offering the drink to the most beautiful girl in the place

"Viola," she said calmly grabbing the cup

"Enjoying your time?" I asked

"Not really" she answered

"And why is that?"

"Observe," she said holding my left shoulder guiding me to look at the crowd "They're all fake, and shallow, I like deeper things" she added giving me the cup and leaving.

I don't know what struck me at that moment but I was ready to go after her wherever, even if it means to go with her for the end of the universe. Viola was as interesting she got a pinch of sweetness inside of her sour heart. She was very addictive, she took me that day to her one of what she called favourite spots, she wasn't talking much but she gave off a very bitchy attitude. A mean sense that got me hooked, and I know you might think I deserve whatever she did after, and maybe I do, cause I sensed her narcissism since the first moment, but I let myself get wrapped in her spider web; and the worst part is that I enjoyed it, very much. It made me feel alive in ways I didn't even touch in myself before I met her eyes but was the reason cause I didn't actually see it, or just cause I wasn't aware of my emotions till she hurt them so badly, that I almost lost all of them. I remember being ghosted for weeks and still getting hyped with the first hello. She would be extremely harsh on me, saying mean things about how I can't just blame her for hanging out with others cause as she said it was never my business. I remember when she hung out with her best friend and I got extremely jealous that I didn't know what to do but tell her, and it went awfully.

"Who is that?" Andrew asked

"A friend of mine" Viola answered

"I waited almost two hours for you Viola, where have you been with him?" he asked, "and why didn't you call, and tell me that you might be late?" he added

"What's your problem, Andrew? Each time I hang out with one of my friends you lose your mind, ugh" she said rolling her beautiful eyes at me

"You know what? I'm fed up, imma do whatever the heck I want, and if you have a problem just get out of my life" she snapped and left me.

I was angry, feeling manipulated, the fire burned to my very core, why would she do that to me? Why am I always treated as a second choice, and why should I always accept that ill-treatment? I loved her, I don't deserve that ego, I don't deserve getting left on read or being taken for granted. Viola took everything from me, she took my other chances, she took my hopes and dream and made broke them, she devastated my self-esteem made me feel neglected for the day. I used to draw and she made it impossible by always leaving negative comments on my paintings, I used to participate in all the art galleries, of course, I would invite her, hoping she would come and give some support, or even fake it; but she would not come and she would coldly say "your art isn't that good, it's not worth the time wasted on just seeing it, I would rather be in a house party. She broke me, with her bitterness, she used her beauty and the fact that I fell for her abusive side, and didn't take it for what it was. I loved her flaws way long before loving her good qualities; if there were any.

Viola was cold, she had purple all over her and not just her name, I'm talking, personality and even a favourite colour, she has always been so in control of everything and everyone, not cause she loved taking things to her own hands and handling them. She rather loved the feeling of breaking others and wrapping guys around her fingers, I remember crying in her shoulder one day, and I vividly remember her cold action of texting others while I chose to break in front of the woman, I loved the most. She left me days, thinking that she is all I deserve in this life, but now she is the opposite of all the things that I deserve, she is an abusive, emotionless, egomaniac and tasteless bitch, and I still know from the bottom of my heart that if she decided to come back again and play with my heart one more time, I will be welcoming, and happy for getting some of the prettiest Viola's attention...