Feeling Darkness | Violentine

Chapter 16

"W-What? Violet, I... I don't know?"

That was the last thing Violet heard from Clementine before she shut the door in her face and leaned her back against the smooth wooden separator. Violet knew Clementine's answer would have been a possibility, but she would be lying to herself if she said that she expected it from the brunette of all people. Clementine was abrasive and brash to everyone she came across yet she would always take a softer tone with Violet. Even when they were first properly introduced to each other, Clementine made it her mission to apologize and rectify what she said in the past when she thought Violet had an apparent "staring problem".

A sudden dampness runs down her cheeks as the thoughts and memories play on repeat in her mind. Touching her cheek with her hand, Violet is taken aback when she fully realizes that she's been crying; for how long however, Violet wasn't sure. All she could focus on were the memories that flooded her mind no matter how hard she tried to ignore them and the sounds of her sniffling and sobbing as she crumpled to the floor in a heap. Her knees pressing against her chest and her head buried in her arms as the sobs became uncontrollable. Violet hoped and wished that Clementine would hear her cries and knock on her door and demand entrance to help the girl she had crushed only moments before.

But she never came.

Instead, Violet only heard a familiar pair of footsteps step away from her door and into their own dorm, their door shutting only moments later much to Violet's agony. As Rosie began to whine and push herself onto the heartbroken girl's lap, she couldn't help but smile gently at the dog's antics to cheer her up.

"At least we still have each other, Rosie. I'd take you over any human anyday." Violet croaked out while scratching Rosie behind her ear, earning herself a quick cheek lick from the happy pup in question. Even with her trusty dog to help push away her dark feelings, she couldn't help but remember the sound of Clementine's voice and her protective nature, even after the pain and turmoil the girl inflicted on Violet.

"Well... maybe not any human, Rose."

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Friday, October 19th
5:30PM

"Lou, sweetie, I know you're trying your hardest to figure out the whole 'Who was Violet talking to' mystery, but did you get any sleep last night?" Brody asked the darker-skinned boy worriedly. They were both sitting at a picnic table in the courtyard waiting for their group to arrive so they could go over their classes and plan a potential weekend hangout at Louis'. However, Louis had other things on his mind.

Since speaking to Sophie and Clementine about Violet's presence in the redhead's room during soccer practice he couldn't help but think that their initial thoughts were far from correct. He only managed to get about two hours of sleep last night and he still didn't have any answers that made sense. His brain went from the most simple explanations to the most inane, but every single explanation he thought of had some loophole or part that didn't add up.

"I don't need sleep, mom! I need answers! None of this makes sense." Louis shook his head in frustration, his dreads flopping around in a cascade of brown. "Why would Violet be in Sophie's room and talking if she just left something in there? I mean, you were hanging out there too, even after the party, right Brodes?"

"Well yeah, I left after Clem and Violet because I wanted to talk to Soph for a bit more," Brody explained, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

"So, bear with me here, " Louis began, standing up and pacing back and forth with his hands moving around expressively, "If by some odd notion Violet happened to leave something at Sophie's, wouldn't you have seen it since you were there long after she left?" Louis questioned the girl, who placed her chin in her hand as a result.