dear violet ➳ andy biersack (currently editing)

8 - edited

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chapter
eight
andy

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I could still feel the show's adrenaline boiling in my veins.

Everybody was talking and laughing backstage, high-fiving each other and popping cans of beer.

The band was still far too hyped to notice when I slipped quietly out the messy room and took the rickety metal stairs leading out the back.

It was dark now, everything drenched a deep sodalite blue.

I was able to go unnoticed by the buzzing, chatting crowd as they made their way towards the stadium's parking lot.

I just needed to find...

There she was.

Violet was strolling contentedly after them, taking her sweet time with her head tilted to the side.

She was deep in thought, her hair glowing an astounding blueish white, like spun moonlight.

I smiled to myself before a very stupid idea hit me.

I snuck up carefully behind her, waiting for just the right moment before leaning in to her ear and yelling, "Bah!"

Violet recoiled away from me with a shriek, throwing up both hands to protect her face.

I cracked up laughing, feeling the tiniest threads of guilt.

"Who -? Andy?" Violet yelped, squinting at me in shock. "That wasn't funny!"

"Dude!" She protested angrily when I laughed even harder.

"Yeah, it was!" I straightened, still snickering. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

She shook her head in feigned exasperation, though she was smiling quite genuinely.

Her hair was a mess, I noticed, and her tears had dried by now, the blotches of eyeliner glaring out against her skin like bruises.

Despite this, and despite this morning's events, she looked so full of life.

Beaming with it almost, a girl gathering and reflecting light, like the moon.

"What are you doing here?" she quickly asked. "Weren't you supposed to take the buss back with everyone else?"

I then made a snap decision to order a taxi later in the night, and just not tell anyone what I was doing. Hopefully I wouldn't cause too big a scene by disappearing for a bit.

"I'll order a taxi later," I assured her. "They won't mind."

Violet frowned at me, clearly unconvinced. "I don't want to - get you into trouble - or, you know, upset anyone -"

"No, don't worry," I said quickly. "It's just the guys and Jon. They'll forgive me... in the end. Also I have plenty of time left in New York, so it's not like I'll be missing any flights or anything."

Violet nodded. "Right. Uh."

There was a pause, a profoundly awkward one.

I disjointedly clarified, feeling like a bowling ball in a glass alley, "Do you wanna- do something- ?"

"Yeah! Yes. Sure." She smiled in embarrassment at her own over-enthusiasm, then sighed and mock shook her head in mock self-disappointment.

We both laughed at once. It was an easy thing to do, laugh with her.