(✓) iv.| 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

³⁷ hellstorm

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VIOLETTA WAS A PERSON THAT YOU ALWAYS FOUND YOURSELF ANGRY AT, but in the end, in some sick way, you always found yourself feeling bad for her.

she had this angelic side to her that only made one just want to give her a big hug, and then she had this other side of her that was stone cold and made you want to strangle the life out of her.

thinking about how much violetta impacted everyone's life in a different way was surreal when you actually put it into perspective—-she had changed all of their lives individually in the past year and half.

violetta became their entire world, whether they liked it or not.

and like that, she was gone.

vanished from their lives, and they were never going to see her again.

nobody took violetta's death easily, it was violent, slow, painful, and it could have been easily prevented.

every time something started going right, it went wrong. every single bad thing that could've happened, happened, and it ended up costing her life. the worst part was the realization upon it all.

the realization that if one thing had just gone in their favor, violetta would most likely would have been alive and breathing, severely injured, but breathing.

life was just fucking unfair.

there was one person however, that took violetta's death incredibly hard, far worse than everyone else.

lexie, timothee, noah, and amelia stood in the doorframe of miles' bedroom, all of them staring at miles, who was wrapped up under his covers, laying on his side.

"he hasn't moved in a week" timothee looked over at the other three before looking back at miles with a sigh, he hadn't talked to anybody, or even gotten up from his spot.

lexie felt a hand slap the back of her head, "ow!" she whisper shouted as she turned around while holding a hand on her head, she saw noah looking at her as if she was stupid,

"what are you waiting for?! go in!" he whisper shouted at lexie before shoving her into the room, she let out a sigh as she put her hands in the back pockets of her jeans and walked over to the side of miles' bed,

her eyes fell on the cast wrapped around the arm that he burned in the fire.

"hey" she began, crouching down to look at him, he opened his eyes a bit to look at her, "how are you feeling?" she asked in a shaky voice, he stared at her for a moment without saying anything.

but then, he flipped over, turning his back to face her, completely ignoring her question, making lexie sigh before she looked back over at noah, timothee, and amelia—-seeing timothee motion for her to keep going,

"okay, you don't have to talk" lexie said as she turned back to face miles' body, not wanting to pressure him into anything, she bit on her bottom lip out of contemplation, not sure of what to say next,

"is there anything that i can get you? water, a snack... a hug?" she wearily asked him, sounding distressed—-she waited a few moments to hear any sort of answer from him.