A candle who's eyes gleamed of violet, she was beautiful. Atleast, in his eyes. - This story takes place after III's finale, after their fight. Silver's feelings for Candle grows bigger and bigger day by day, making it more and more harder to manage; it's driving him mad. The weight of unrequited love on Silver's shoulders is quite the contrast of pleasant, he feels it climbing right up his throat. Ah, violet. TW: Mentions of vomitting, blood, and other possible triggers.