When their worlds collide, they discover a connection that challenges their perceptions and pushes them into uncharted territory.
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Violet pov
Rebecca Steele
She stood in the doorway, her lips curved into a smirk that didn't reach her eyes. Those eyes, once so full of life and mischief, now glinted with something cold, something dangerous. I hadn't seen her in years, not since we graduated, and yet here she was, standing in my shop like a ghost from the past.
"Hello, Violet," Rebecca said, her voice smooth but laced with something sharp, something that sent a chill down my spine.
"Rebecca," I breathed, trying to hide the surprise in my voice. "It's been so long."
"Has it?" She replied, stepping further in the shop, her gaze sweeping over the flowers with disinterest. "I guess time flies when you're living the dream"
I forced a smile, though my heart ached at her words. This was not the Rebecca I remembered, the girl who had been my best friend, my closest friend I have ever had. We had been inseparable once, two halves of a whole, bound by laughter, secrets, and a shared vision of the future.
Flashback
Rebecca and I met in the sixth grade. We were both new to the school, awkward and nervous, but somehow we clicked instantly. She had this way of making me laugh, even when I felt like crying. We spent every free moment together-sleepovers, late-night talks, shared dreams of the future. We were going to conquer the world, she and I.
Then, in high school, Sam Prescott entered the picture. He was different from the other boys - kind, thoughtful, with a quiet strength that drew people to him. I had known him since childhood, and we had always been close, but as we grew older, our bond deepened. Sam was my rock, the one person I could always count on, no matter what.
We did everything together. Study sessions that turned into late-night talks about life, long walks where we shared our hopes and fears, and countless moment of quiet understanding that didn't need words. Sam was more than just a friend, he was the person who understood me better than anyone else. He saw through my bravado, through the walls I put up, and accepted me for who I was.
It was the night of our senior prom, a night filled with laughter, music and the promise of new beginnings. The whole evening had felt like a dream, with everyone dressed in their best, the air thick with excitement and the bittersweet knowledge that this was one of the last times we would all be together before heading off to different paths in life.
Sam, Rebecca and I had come together, like we always did. We had spent most of the night dancing, joking around and just enjoying each other's company. But as the night wound down, and the slow songs started to play, something between me and Sam began to shift. Rebecca nowhere to be found, probably dancing.
