Efflorescence

"Viola, look at me."

I couldn't bring my eyes up to look into his dark blues, that drew her in each time she looked into them. Or those perfect pink lips that kissed many others.

"Viola," I could hear him growl, and the scowl probably on his face. I can feel his rough hand grabbing my chin, and snapping my head up to his- ad his lips harshly on mine.

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Viola Butler- Often Referred to, "The First Wife Of King Hudson Butler". She had dreaded the name since she was first called so; it made her feel as if she was not her ownself. Every thirteen wives weddings- she sat in the crowd and watched as the love of her life marry each and every one of them- dancing with them at receptions and such. Being away for a week and being teased by other wives. Getting shot and put into magazines how she was a married damsel in distress- a married one.

Despite from being loved wholeheartedly by Hudson, she couldn't take anymore time as she watched him kiss the other wives lovingly and gave them the same look he gave her- it broke her heart.