The color of your eyes- VioLeon fanfiction

Part 1 Chapter 2: "Even though I'm just a doll"

It's not like I don't know what it means for be friends or to talk to someone. I'm not stupid, after all, but, I just don't understand what that entails. What is there to even speak about.

"I think-"

"Wait, Violet, just hear me out here... please..." He interrupted me and began speaking quickly and nervously. I sat on the love seat across from the sofa that was the same muddied pink and placed my hands delicately into my lap. 

"I didn't know if I would ever see you again, ever since we spoke for the first time, I wondered. Back when we first met during-"

"Allie's Comet." I knew that I was meant to contribute to the conversation in some way and this was the best way I knew how. 

"Um... right... you had said something about a person that you couldn't live without. You called him 'Major' or something like that." He paused to see if I would give any response but I remained stoic in expression, but frantic in mind. 

After figuring that I wasn't going to say anything he asked, "have you found him?"

My expression dropped as I wasn't able to contain it. The amount of emotions that ran through my head at that exact moment made me feel like I would explode. 

He's dead. He's dead. He's dead. I screamed in my own head as I fought showing the emotional heartache I was feeling in my face.

"I don't believe...."

My hands suddenly moved from my lap.

"that..."

I grabbed the handle of my bag violently with one hand, gripping it so tight it felt like the gears in my hands would fall out of place, and flipping up the latch with my other. 

"I was commisioned..."

As soon as my bag unfolded, I yanked my typewriter from it and slammed it on the table

"to 'talk as friends.'" I glared at him as I ripped my gloves off, exposing my cold, metal hands, almost as cold as my own heart. 

I felt my eyes start to well up and, as hard as I fought, I couldn't stop the tears. Crying always felt foreign to me. People always described me as a doll, a tool, machine, or something else that was cold and lifeless, but none of those things were supposed to cry. 

Even though I knew my heart was cold, as I had been told many times, I couldn't fight the warm tears that ran down my cheek. They showed that I was human. Even though I'm just a doll.