d e a r v i o l e t
at school, this jock, jason, went up to veronica. he gave her a bouquet of purple roses.
purple roses, for her favourite colour. 24 purple roses. for the number of hours he spent thinking of her everyday, he said. he asked her out for prom.
she smiled, but said a gentle no. she was busy. was it bad that i felt relieved at that?
maybe i n d i g o should be the new colour of jealousy. because i didn’t see red – all that appeared before my eyes was that colour, a thousand times multiplied by 24.
c h a r l i e
A/N: i'm sorry i left this story for so long. but i'm back, and i plan to finish charlie's story. i think he deserves a proper ending, don't you?
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Dear Violet
Poetryd e a r v i o l e t all the letters i wrote that you'd never get, the words i penned that you never read; of all the shades of you.
