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XIV // CHAPTER FOURTEEN

☆Phoenix Brightly's POV☆

Violet and I were on our way to the beach, we got dried up and thankfully, I brought us both some extra clothes.

She always talks about how beautiful the sunset is, while we were in the car we were talking about endings.

I told her that the thought of people dying sad, but she said "Just watch the sunset and I dare you to tell me that the ending of the day is not beautiful"

She's like a little Edgar Allan Poe. Not that I know a lot of him, I just heard her once talking about how a guy called Edgar Allan Poe makes her heart flutter.

I did my research, and I found out that he's a poet.

A dead one. Fortunately.

Okay, maybe I should not say this in front of her face, she could kill me for thinking like this about her favourite poet.

We have finally reached the beach, I got out and headed to her side to open up the door for her, but she beat me to it.

I acted like nothing happened, well, at least she didn't realize it.

Her smile was big, she looks so happy.

Something so simple like the sunset can make her happy like this..

I then felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I had it on silent because I knew Asher would call to disturb me or something.

I checked my phone, and yes, it was Asher.

I got plenty of missed calls from him, and plenty of texts telling me to pick up the phone.

I texted him back:

dude I'm busy right now. call me later 6:52 p.m

Then I turned off my phone.

I rushed to Violet's side, she was already sitting in the sand, admiring the different shades of orange and purple in the sky. We sat there in comfortable silence, until she asked me out of nowhere,

"What's the purpose of your life, Phoenix?"

What's my purpose in life?

"I have no idea actually.." I answered honestly. Do I even live for the purpose of something, or am I just living? Then I added, "what's yours?"

"I don't know either"

It got quiet quickly, I didn't have anything to say so I just stayed silent and enjoyed the view in front of us.

"Phoneix, do you believe in the afterlife?" She asked, I guess the death of her close friend has really affected her.

I don't know who that friend was, but I think they left a huge impact on her after they died.

"I believe that we either go to heaven or to hell" I answered truthfully. I don't think that we'll get another life, another story, and another chance after we die.

If we had past lives, and we'll have future ones, then why can't we at least remember our past lives?

"I believe so too" She said quietly.

I wanted to tell her that her friend is in a better place, that they're safer and happier, but I decided against it.

So, I just sat closer to her and said, "Everything will be alright, sugar"