Listening to music can be powerful. It can numb the body; and that's what Violet did. Her tears weren't even in disarray anymore, they were a natural habit she developed. She brined herself with the salt and water almost out of relief.
Expiring yourself in alcohol can be an immediate response to problems. It can relax the brain; and that's what Louis did. His thoughts weren't even befuddled anymore, they were just in pain. He spent sleepless nights surrounded by crowds, for he was afraid of being alone.
He already was.
One night, Violet hoped for nothing more than to be with Louis. But she knew that could never happen. Then, she remembered the railroad. A place where happier thoughts rested, and kinder words said. Even though he could not be there, a part of him remained.
Without hesitation, she decorated herself with a thin coat, those glasses he had thought seemed silly, and a small messenger bag that was older than her. Violet decided that she had seen enough in blue solitude, so her legs carried her to the tracks where she could breathe easier. The music had been left behind, but the memories that had taken place were enough to satisfy anyone.
Her arms crossed her chest, gripping the notebook and pen in the middle, because the tallies were still at work. A broken heart does not mean you don't still love them.
She winced and ground her teeth as her bare ankle tore open a little by an upright rock. Tingles walked up and down and her skin swelled. An effort was put forth to limp. Somehow, she managed to reach the strips of tired wood to lay on. With a cracked soul and an open mind, she wrote.
As the moon reached its full peak, a thin layer of snow brushed down, almost interpreted to be a sign of warning to her. She stayed still, sleeping peacefully on what was once a momentum of Louis' vulnerability.
author's note:
xoxo gossip girl
