ᴅᴀɴᴅᴇʟɪᴏɴꜱ ( 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 )

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴɪɢᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴇɴᴅ

VIOLET BAUDELAIRE knew grief. She knew the heartwrenching and soul-crushing feeling that was like vines with thorns coated with poison, tightening around her limbs and her heart, sinking in deeper and deeper leaving blood and scars in its wake.

One would think she would get used to the feeling of her heart being wrenched out of her chest, splatting on the ground with a squelch. From seeing Montogomery or uncle Mounty's murder, aunt Josephine to her brother being hypnotised, she had thought she had seen in all.

But when she rushed forward, an eager Sofia behind her, seeing the grim expressions on Quigley's and Klaus's faces, she instantly knew something was wrong. The woman with no beard but hair was nowhere to be seen and the children would later learn, had disappeared.

"I contacted the adults, they had some walkie-talkies stashed," Silas commented but then looked around the group in confusion.

"How did you even know the channel?" Sofia asked but Silas rolled in his eyes as if he didn't believe she would ask such a stupid question.

"They have their own special channel, 2264,"

"It's the numerical position in the alphabet of the letters V-F-D," added Eugene when Sofia frowned.

"What happened?"

The words tumbled out of Violet's lips before she could stop them, her eyes dimming when she couldn't notice Ophelia with them. A cold dread passed through her bones.

"W-where's Ophelia?"

Quigley and Klaus remained silent, their eyes downcast and Violet immediately felt like cold water had been poured on her head. A breeze picked up, playing with the ends of her brown hair, and almost toying with her feelings as well. She shivered, hugging herself.

"Where is Ophelia?" Angelina pressed on, her tongue pressing onto the roof of her mouth, alarmed by their expressions.

"S-she j-jumped," Klaus stammered, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he glanced back at the same spot Ophelia had jumped from. 

Violet's heart lurched, immediately springing up and running to the slope, gazing down at it. Snowflakes fluttered down the abyss, a cold wind breezing through and but no sight of her blonde girl. 

Her legs trembled and gave away beneath her, roughing landing on her knees, as she tried to find anything of Ophelia. Panic clawed at her insides like a beast, as she thought about Ophelia. Her blue eyes, the same colour as the sky, her pink cupid lips that would curl up into the most beautiful saccharine smile, her blonde hair that seemed to be crafted by the rays of the sun, and two dimples digging in on either side of her mouth. Words could not express the beauty of Ophelia Darling in Violet's eyes.

A sob crawled up her throat, as she remembered all her moments with Ophelia. Introducing herself, cleverly helping them, not caring about her own life. . .

She would never see her again, ever. Never be in the grace of her presence, never hear her honeyed voice, her eyes that would sparkle like diamonds.

Violet Baudelaire could go on and on about Ophelia Darling.

Klaus lay a gentle and comforting hand on Violet's shoulder. Ophelia was a smart creature and was almost like another sister to him. His saviour almost. Klaus could feel his throat closing in painfully yet he never showed it, more focused on comforting his sister.

Sunny Baudelaire covered her small blue eyes with her chubby hands, crying silently to herself.

"What's going on?"

Violet's head snapped up, her eyes widening when she saw the person she thought she would never see again. Her sweet honeyed voice held confusion, and she had some cuts that had crimson blood leaking from her elbows and a nosebleed, but she still looked like the most beautiful girl ever.

Violet slowly stood up, her feet had a mind of their own, and before long she stood in front of the blonde girl.

Ophelia parted her lips, yet the retort never escaped as Violet crashed her lips onto hers.

Kissing Violet was another form of heaven, Ophelia didn't know she could reach. Violet's lips were incredibly soft almost like a feather, as they moved against her mouth. The world slowly disappeared, the cold snow against her skin felt hot, and her hands had a mind of their own and were entangled in Violet's hair.

No, fireworks or explosions happened. Ophelia felt an extreme sense of calm, and a serenity she never knew she could feel. Waves of the ocean slowly lapped against the shore, before stopping together. Violet's hand was on her blushing cheek, and then slowly slipped down and held her hand tightly and she realised that Violet was everything.

The moon to her stars.

The heartbeat to her heart.

The meaning of her words.

She felt like she was born to be in Violet's eternal embrace. Without Violet, there was no Ophelia just like the sun was nothing without its sun rays.

Their journey started with them as friends and ended in the most amazing way possible. It started with them and it ended with them.

(and this book is finished! I wanted to give it an open ending cause the pain and misery I had planned for their journey, seemed too much. I wanted to make this an AU where the Baudelaires were finally happy so I scraped the idea of Ophelia and Violet dying together. Brutal I am aware)

Who knows, I may make a sequel as I had many things planned for them BUT I want to give asoue unicorns and butterflies so this will end here.