When their worlds collide, they discover a connection that challenges their perceptions and pushes them into uncharted territory.
But with danger lurking around every corner, Violet and Jack must decide if their love is strong enough to overcome th...
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Violet pov
The morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow over my small bedroom. I blinked sleepily at the ceiling, taking a moment to shake of the dream that already felt like it was slipping away. It was early the world outside just beginning to stir. The fait sounds of cars passing by, birds chirping in the trees. These were the quiet moments I cherished before the day truly began.
I rolled out of the bed and padded across the worn wooden floor to the tiny bathroom next to my room. I splashed cool water in my face to wake up a bit. I caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a bed monster. My dark brown hair was a tangled mess, my eyes slightly puffy from another restless night. I sighed and reached for the hairbrush, running it through the big knots in my hair as I tried to smooth the edges of my thoughts, too.
The house was still this morning. I hesitated at the top of the staircase, listening for any signs of movement. Nothing. The faint scent of smoke lingered in the air, but otherwise the house was silent today. I pushed away the nagging thoughts and focused on getting ready for work.
The kitchen was small but functional. I made myself a quick breakfast with some orange juice. My favorite. Eating my breakfast slowly as I looked out the window at the quiet street. The world was waking up, but why does it feel distant? Like a place I watched from behind a glass wall. There was a time when I used to feel like I was part of it, but now it felt more like something separate, something I observed but didn't quite touch. Weird.
After breakfast, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. Locking it carefully behind me. The walk to the flower shop wasn't long. I mean I have a car, but I like walking better. Driving gives me anxiety anyway. The walk to the flower shop wasn't long, just a few blocks through the sleepy neighborhood. I liked this time of day, when the streets were still mostly empty, and the air was crisp and fresh. It felt like the city was all mine, just for a little while.
As I turned the corner onto the familiar path to the flower shop, the peaceful quiet was interrupted by the sound of raised voices. Just ahead, near the entrance to an alley. I could hear the tones of men arguing. Their words were sharp and heated, though I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying.
My heart beating so fast, instinctively tightening my grip on the strap of my new bag. I slowed my pace, just for a moment I wanted to listen. No stop. I didn't need to get involved. This wasn't my business.
As I hurried past, I caught a harsh word that I don't want to say. Also something about a debt and a warning. My heart pounded in my chest, but I am better than this, I know. Stop being so scared Violet. I kept walking and my footsteps now faster. The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating. I want to be far away from this tension.
Just as I thought I was in the clear, the voices stopped. Help me god, I am going to die, am I? I could feel their attention shift, their awareness is in the sound of my hurried footsteps.
I didn't look back, I didn't need to. I could feel their eyes on me. I am done, one of them is going to jump on me. I could feel their gaze pressing against my back. My pulse quickened, and I had to fight the urge to break into run. I am trying to stay strong. Stay calm Violet. Just walk like you're not imagining fifty different ways this could go horribly wrong.
