The Girl Named Purple

All that's left is our memories

Tom sat on the bed anxiously looking at the clock. It had only been an hour since Purple had left and he was exploring all possible disasters that could define her delay, but none were as horrific as what lay ahead. Tom heard the doorknob move and stood up immediately. Purple walked in through the door puzzled and confused. She stood in the doorway. What Tom thought would be a look of anguish and rage; was actually a look of confusion but in a pleasurable manner

"eeeer... hhi" said Purple. An awkward smile emerged from her face.

"Where were you?" Tom asked eagerly.

Purple thought for a minute, trying to think, her eyes piercing at the ceiling.

"I don't really know" she said with a slight laugh of embarrassment.

Tom; disappointed, hid his head in his hand. "Don't tell me you took drugs!" Tom begged.

Purple; giggling, rolled her eyes. "You're so silly. This note has your name on it."

"How do you know it's my name?"

"My senses I guess."

Tom stared at her, it was as if she now lived in her own bubby world. Had last night never occurred? Had some change of the universe occurred in the short time that Purple was gone? Purple handed Tom the note slowly, cautious to the fact that he looked like her were about to faint from complexity. Tom took in a long breath, this was the moment of truth. The letter in which he now held brought fear to the tremble in his hands. He then opened the letter as he began pacing around the room.

Tom,

As you have perceived, I have maintained my oath to return to you. But my weakened mind and my reluctance to the satisfaction of committing a vile crime against my well being leads me to the final resort in which I may relieve my pain. I will not recollect any memories of my parents, my family, Harry or Ron. But the sacrifice in which I have obtained is worth the horror by the joyment that I will not remember you. After all you have done to turn my mind and soul into a bitterness of solitude, I demand you do me one justice. DO NOT ever retrieve my memory! I would rather float away with the invisible angels and let my body rest beneath the black than to return to the memories of hell that is you. I guess I am dead, congratulations. I bet that's what you've always wanted, I mean you've known there is a possibility of it happening for quite some time now, though you kept pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Maybe someday I will relax my grudge for your own well being. But as my senseful and strong spirit lay, your face draws my mind to the devil himself in resemblance. I do not wish to sign this note with love, just goodbye.

Tom dropped the letter to his knees, removing it from his sight. His eyes were now fixed on what was left of Purple. She was spinning around the room giggling as she looked at the ceiling in a fazed out world. In a blur of rage and sorrow Tom stomped to the coat hanger and and threw it out of the window. Glass emerged from all directions. Purple looked at Tom in excitement. "Oooh haha! I read a letter that said you were a little cranky sometimes haha!"

Tom didn't know what to do with himself anymore. He ran to the roof of the building. He stood there, looking out at the horizon. He couldn't see the point of his life anymore without Purple. He hated himself. He came to the realization that for so long he had created a false pretense that Purple loved him and that they would be together for ever. For so long he tormented and tortured her. The "new" her seemed so happy, is that how Purple would have been if he hadn't ruined her life? Well, Purple may not have had the strength to jump, but he did. He slowly walked on the brick ground to the end of the roof. He was 5 storied high, but it was a long way down. He took a long breath, then let the wind gracefully push his body from the roof. As he fell down, everything went in slow motion. He could feel the cool air rush past his pale face, and right as his body were about touch the ground, he took out his wand and stopped. He stood up. He could have done it, he could have done what purple might have. Except he would not be resting with the angels above, instead he would rot with all that defined evil. Tom may have cheated death because he was too weak to do so, or he may have cheated death because he was strong enough to. He felt like a coward. Why couldn't he do Purple this favor, just this one favor. Then he remembered he was already doing her a favor. As he walked back inside the apartment in hatred toward his cowardly self, he heard an immense amount of coughing. He walked into the bathroom where Purple was throwing up in the toilet. "Are you okay" He asked while gently patting her back. "Of course I'm not okay I'm-" Purple threw up again the toilet. Tom continued to rub her back. Tom was never the type of person to become grossed out by vomit, blood, or any of the sort. After 4-5 more minutes of vomiting Purple was now sitting on the bed, Tom by her side. "Did you eat anything to make you throw up?" Tom asked curiously. "hmm, well, maybe in the midst of eating the laundry detergent and sucking on the bar of soap in the bathroom, I may have eaten something." Purpled muttered while playing with her nails.

:Nothing To Worry About Until There's Something To Worry About

It had been 2 days since Purple began vomiting. Now she was also eating incredibly large portions of food. "Wake up silly!" Giggled Purple as she hit him on the shoulders. Tom opened his eyes in annoyance. "Please tell me this is a dream. It's still dark outside." Said Tom, going back to sleep. "You don't want to see my new trick!" Tom opened his eyes in shock. Was she a full wizard now! "Purple. What trick?" He asked calmly. "hahaha, now your interested. Well if you must know haha."

"Tell me already!"

"Okay bossy!"

Purple showed him her trick.

Tom rushed like lightning to the calendar in the kitchen. When he saw it his stomach dropped. His knees weakened as he so desperately wanted to allow his body to collapse to the floor but pulled himself together. Could this be? Shaking, he walked back into the room.

"Purple, I'm a, gonna be gone for a couple hours. I want you so just relax today and watch some TV okay? And don't eat anything that doesn't have nutritional facts on it." Tom uttered the words like the sound of someone who was about to go into tears.

"Okay bossy bossy."

Tom gave her a stern look.

"Okay, yeesh."

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