Author's note: Hi! Welcome to this little world about Violet and Lulu and all the other people in their lives who I care about so much. This story starts at the end, because that's how I kind of always envisioned it. This song is a really lovely love song, that I thought would fit the mood for the chapter as well as the book. Because this is after all, a love story! I hope you enjoy and grow to like the characters as much as I do!
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Moments with her were private, intimate secrets. These moments lived and died in each other's memories. It was a great responsibility to bear, but one that never, ever felt like a burden. They knew they'd remember.
"Will you tell me a story?" asked Violet, intertwining her fingers with Lulu's.
"What do you want to hear?"
"Your voice. Anything." Lulu opened the wicker basket to take another strawberry. She took a bite before holding it to Violet's mouth so that she could have a taste as well. Violet kissed Lulu, breath smelling like strawberries.
"I didn't love you when I met you, you know?" said Lulu.
"Tell me the story."
"Of?"
"Falling in love with me. Obviously." Lulu smiled widely. She laid her head in Violet's lap.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours?"
"I liked you a lot earlier than you liked me. And I'm not that good of a storyteller," said Violet.
"I like hearing your stories."
"Fine. But you first."
Lulu closed her eyes, letting the sun warm her eyelids, as she thought of where and when to begin.
YOU ARE READING
Shrinking Violet
Romance"I didn't love you when I met you, you know?" "Tell me the story." "Of?" "Falling in love with me. Obviously." *** At the beginning of this whole tale, Lulu Fisher is a sophomore, a budding thespian, a hopeless romantic, and maybe into girls. Lulu t...
