The year is 1959, and for its very first time, Welton Academy Boarding School is now accepting female students. Violet Ross is not only one of those girls, but the only girl in the graduating class. She feels as though she must face her fears entirely alone, until she comes across a quirky group of boys. Also known as The Dead Poets. Violet soon finds herself becoming rather close with one in particular... "I'm not entirely sure I even knew what constituted 'love,' until I had met him. Now the mere thought of him made me ache to be with him, to look at him, to touch him. I couldn't quite put my feelings into words. Even as I try, few seem to suffice. An entire sea of ink could not adequately describe my feelings towards him. It was almost as if all the stars in the sky were condensed into a single, twinkling one. The only words I felt could convey some of what I felt for him, easily fell from my lips. ' I love you, too.'"

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joie de vi·vre ˌZHwä də ˈvēvrə/ noun exuberant enjoyment of life. Joie de vivre. That's how I planned to live. Life was meant to be lived and after recent events I was gonna live the hell out of it. I'm gonna do things a girl has never done before. I was going to seize the day. Seize the months, years, and decades. I was planning on doing it alone but then he came along.

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 ✶ Let the night be too dark for me to see into the future. Let what will be, be. COMPLETED NOV. 2021 stand alone fic charlie dalton x fem!oc peachpick © 2025

❝ we don't live in a fairytale. we live in a tragedy. ❞ icarus made the mistake of flying too close to the sun, but it was the best mistake he ever made. - neil does not die in this story - #1 in #neilperry | 7.24.20.