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Violet was sitting on the edge of her bed , her feet dangling off the corner as she debated what was in her hands.

She had been laced in her own blood by the sharp object resting on the floor as she rocked her head back and forth before finally deciding on the thought she wanted to process.

In her diary was still the scrap of paper with " I think he loves you ." scrawled across the centre.

With haste violet got up from her bed and proceeded to walk to her window.

"But I don't think he does."

..And she was gone.