Almost Unreal | Violentine One-Shots

Lost Feelings | Angst

Violet hunches her shoulders as she braces against the cold winter wind that rushes at her face, she tightens the scarf around her neck as she feels the icy air bite into her skin. Funny, the weather almost seems to reflect her mood, cold and filled with despair.

She pulls her phone from her coat pocket and re-reads the text her girlfriend sent her earlier that morning.

Clem: We need to talk. Park at 1pm.

No kisses, no pet names, and no smiles at the end of the text, these features combined with the tension Violet has felt building in their relationship over the past few weeks only points to one thing. She knows how this meeting with Clementine is going to end, she knows their relationship is over.

As she approaches the weathered bench she looks around for the brunette, stopping to scan a few faces in the park to see if she can spot Clementine but she can't. Violet takes a seat on the bench beneath an old white oak tree, its leaves have long fallen away, and the contorted branches cut an eerie silhouette from a distance.

Violet doesn't need to turn around to know that the V+C that she and Clementine carved into the bark this summer is behind her. She digs her fingernails into the soft wood of the bench as she casts her mind back to the day they engraved their initials here.

Violet and Clementine have always had struggles in their short six-month relationship, but that hot July afternoon they had enjoyed a picnic in the centre of the park, bought lemonade from a nearby café and rolled up their jeans and danced in the water fountain. Then as the sun began to dip into the horizon Violet had used her pocket knife to chip away at the trunk of the tree, leaving a jagged V+C as a mark to say that they had been there, and once they had unapologetically happy in each other's arms.

Violet had wanted to be with Clementine for years. She'd watch her flirt with the boys and girls in their classes and Violet would have to pretend that she wasn't drawn to Clementine's every move. The blonde would silently wish with all her might that Clementine would flirt with her, even if it didn't mean anything to the brunette. In order to catch her attention the blonde had forced herself to go out to parties night after night, she hated every second of course, but it didn't matter because she was with Clementine.

When they first kissed it was magical and when Violet had plucked up the courage to finally ask the brunette out and she said yes Violet had almost forgotten how to breathe. They were blissfully happy for a while, but it didn't take long to notice a rift in their relationship, Clementine was a social butterfly and Violet an introvert. There was also a constant lingering question hanging over the relationship because it was well known that Clementine didn't usually have long term relations. She preferred short term flings burning with passion and excitement before breaking it off and moving onto the next suitor. Violet knew this before they'd even dated when three months into her relationship with Gabe Clementine had confided to Violet that she felt trapped.

Violet wishes that thought about all of this before they had first kissed. She knew this would only end in her getting hurt and Clementine moving on. A shadow falls in front of Violet's face blocking the winter sun from her eyes, the sudden change in light brings Violet back to reality as she glances up at the figure standing before her.

"Hey," Clementine says without a trace of emotion in her voice, she gestures for Violet to move up and the blonde slides to the other end of the bench so there's a gap between them large enough for another person to sit in. Tension sits thick in the air.

Both girls stare forward, and Clementine visibly shivers as a blast of winter wind whips around the park, Violet knows what's coming, she waits for Clementine to just come out and say what she's known from day one.