Michaels POV -------------------- I watch an ambulance pull up to my apartment complex ; they are taking a body out of Violet's dorm. A firefighter walks up to me and hands me a sticky note," This note I believe is for you sir." It had read," My love, My darling, My sweetheart, and protector, always have me in your beating heart. May you be with me in the heavens above ,or the hells below; maybe we have to go seperate ways when you are deceased. It was my time to come, to go, may I see you in the unborn? Michael, my companion, always be watching, die with a cause, not a gesture. I rest in a bed filled with roses, remembering every little thing about you. - Violet xxx." That dead body in the bag isn't violet; I know, because the Violet Manchester I know wouldn't put me in this downcast situation. The Violet I know was strong. The Violet I know, but now knew is gone.
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