(Azaelea's POV)
It had been two weeks since Violet sneaked into my room, and I must admit, we were beginning to become friends. What scared me, though, is how close she was becoming with my brother. I still had her heart however, well, the physical pillow at least. I smile, holding the small pillow in my hands. The problem here is that I was falling in love with this girl, and yet we still pretended we hated each other. Well, I was pretending, at least. In that moment, I decide to sneak back over to visit her.
Alex was already asleep, so I had to be very quiet as I opened his window and leapt across the ledge. Violet hadn't locked her window, thankfully, and I climbed in. I had kept Alex's window open just in case I had to make a quick exit. She's in the corner, staring up at the walls. I sneak over to her and sit down.
"Hi." I say quietly, causing her to jump a little bit.
Her eyes were glossy and her face portrayed no emotion. She didn't answer me, just kind of stared at me. I touched her shoulder, and she tensed underneath me. My face let loose a look of hurt, but Violet just blinked at me. Who was this shell of a being? This certainly was not the normal, full of life Violet.
"Hey, what's wrong? I know it's like midnight, but really." I say to her, taking my hand off her shoulder and folding it into my lap.
She shrugged, her lips still not moving. I quietly got up and left her room, leaving her in her thoughts. I climbed back through the window, shutting Alex's side silently before shuffling back into my room. It was a Friday night, and yet I was not out with friends, or enjoying the night. In fact, I was downright sad. I was upset. Maybe that's why Violet wouldn't talk to me. Maybe she was just too sad for words. I had moments like that sometimes. Why would she be sad though? Her life is seemingly perfect, but then again, so is mine. I spent most of the night staring at the wall, wishing silently that she would climb through the window and visit me this time.
(Violet's POV)
It's nearly midnight, but I'm not asleep. Yes, it's a Friday night, but I'm in my room. I am alone, my only company is my thoughts. It's fitting, however, as I don't quite feel like talking right now. I don't feel like doing anything but staring at the wall. I could hear my window open and someone climb in, but I didn't move from my place. I continued to stare at the wall, even when Azaelea came and sat next to me. She greeted me, and I involuntarily jumped. I look over at her, my face blank. She looks hurt, but I am in no mood to talk to her at this moment.
"Hey, what's wrong? I know it's like midnight, but really." She says, and I just shrug.
After a few minutes of silence, she stands up and leaves. She closes my window behind her, but I don't suppose she locks it. I don't move, content to sit in silence for the remainder of my days. It had been two weeks since I visited her. It had only been two weeks, and yet I already was tired of school. It was draining, trying to make friends but also maintain decent grades. I could feel myself falling into a depression, but I wasn't going to stop myself. I was just going to stare at the wall.
(Azaelea's POV)
It has now been two months since I visited Violet in her room. I can see her getting worse, but she won't talk to me anymore. She barely eats anything at school, and even her art is suffering. I want to say something, to do something, but she won't respond to those around her. I'm not sure she does anything anymore. It's nearly two am, but the lights in her room are still on. I make a split decision and slip out of my room. Alex is still awake, probably worried about her as well, as the two had come to be better friends than her and I in the past twelve weeks. He sees me head to his window and nods, understanding my intentions. His room seemed to have become cleaner, and maybe that was because he was up at nights worrying about her.
I cross the ledge, something I have come to be pretty good at, and I see her. She's crying on her bed. Her fragile face looks broken, like a porcelain doll that someone has dropped. I climb onto the bed and hug her. She cries into my shirt, sucking in silent breaths of suffering. I rub her back, feeling the tears soak through my shirt. She looks up at me, her nose red and her cheeks pale. Her eyes are red around the edges, and I wonder how long she's been crying. How long had she been crying herself to sleep without anyone noticing?
"Shhh, shhh, it'll be alright." I say, whispering in her ear.
"I-I just don't know what to do." Her voice wobbles, and I squeeze her hand.
"It's okay, you'll figure it out. You'll be okay." I try to offer my words of comfort, but I'm not sure she can really hear me.
I sit in her room for two more hours, listening to her cry and offering her my shoulder. Around four thirty am, she finally falls asleep, her fragile body in my arms. Soon after she falls victim to slumber, I find myself curling up next to her. I feel drained, but also a bit accomplished. This is a step forwards. Well, kind of. It was better than hiding behind her feelings again, masking her hurt from the world. We slept until the sun arrived, and with it, the morning. Violet is still sleeping peacefully, which she needs, so I leave her to rest and slip back over to my own house, where I startle Alex awake with the slamming of a window. He glares at me, but I am too tired to care. I stumble into my room and collapse on my bed, exhaustion pulling me to sleep before I can force myself awake.
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