I lied on my bed, looking at the ceiling.
My fingers brushed against the case of my father's white gold Cartier watch.
For 2 years, this watch never appeared in my sight. And I never felt the same ever again.
But it took one night, one girl, to bring my life back into meaning.
My fingers now grazed across the surface of the violet flower, the one placed next to the black box back at the garden.
My breath came out shaking.
My phone buzzed.
I looked over to the table next to my bed.
Where were you?
Sarah texted.
She didn't know. That her garden was borrowed, for me.
Sorry, had to do something important.
I texted back.
It's okay, wanna hang out tomorrow?
A thought stopped me from keeping on.
My mind was clicked.
Yeah, sure. How about in Drama Club?
You wanna hang out in a place I basically work in? That's special.
Yeah.
Yeah, of course.
If 'Violet' was able to use Sarah's top floor garden stealthily, she must have been someone who was close to Sarah and had access to the garden.
Well, Sarah spent most of her time in the Drama Club. She basically lived there. So that, would be a good place to start.
I opened Camera in my phone.
I took a picture of my father's watch and the violet flower. Then, I posted it in Instagram, knowing that she had followed me.
The caption below the picture wrote.
You know the backroom in Drama club, where people dress up and prepare themselves before going to the stage? I will be there tomorrow at 4pm.
I lied back onto my bed.
It was then, a smile crept across my lips.
I will meet you, Violet.
☾
I leaned backward in my chair as I watched people in Drama Club prepared themselves for the next play.
It was interesting to watch the way they rehearsed their lines, the way they practised their moves and positions, the way a play worked behind scenes.
I watched as Joan, the director, instructed the actors and actresses to move according to the script. When she was unsure of the moves, she would turn to Mika, the script writer, and asked her.
"Is this right?" Joan asked confusingly.
Mika simply nodded.
Then, Toby, the main male protagonist, and Chelsea, the main female protagonist, would follow their instructions. I watched as Chelsea stared at Toby with a deep gaze and smiled naturally with softness, performing her character perfectly. They worked out the rehearsal so easily as if they had done it a hundred times.
I took a look at my watch.
3:55pm.
"About to meet 'Violet'?" A hint of jealousy in Sarah's tone as I realised she had stood next to me.
She had seen the Instagram post.
"Yeah." I replied, somewhat apologetically.
She nodded. "She's a sweet girl."
She smiled to herself. A smile that I didn't understand the meaning of it.
"Not gonna deny that." I smiled softly to myself.
"Well," Sarah took in a deep breath. "I hope she has fallen in love with the right guy."
She smiled at me. I smiled back.
"I hope so too."
I glanced at my watch.
It was about time.
"I gotta go." I said to Sarah.
She nodded. "Good luck."
I moved my way towards the backroom at the backstage.
I entered the room, somewhat nervously. My heart pounding loudly against my chest.
She wasn't in there. So I waited.
I leaned against the wall and tried to regulate my breaths.
I stole a glance at my watch.
4:00pm.
She should be here.
I cleared my throat and looked over at the door.
The thought of meeting her made me smile gently.
I couldn't wait to see her.
☾
'Violet''s POV
I left my friends in Drama Club and walked towards to the backroom.
I never thought he would want to see me.
I mean, I loved him. I would do anything for him.
But I didn't expect those nights of writing the purple notes would have an answer at the end.
I had dreamed about being there with him yesterday night, about opening that black box for him and to look for amusement in his gorgeous face closely.
That was a special surprise, probably the most special to him. I knew how much his father valued to him and I just wanted to return what was his to him.
I arrived at front of the door of the backroom. My hand reached for the door handle. I imagined him leaning against the wall and waiting for me.
Yet, a thought couldn't help but rushed into my mind.
I stopped my movement.
But...
What if I was not what he expected?
What if he wasn't hoping to see a girl with dark brown hair, black eyes and a tiny body, but instead a hot girl who was nothing like me?
Fear started creeping into my body.
My fingers slowly detached from the door handle.
I stepped back.
I would ruin everything that I had built for 2 years. Everything.
With another desperate look at the door, I turned around.
☾
Nick's POV
It had been ten minutes.
Still no movement at the door.
I took another look at my watch, making sure I hadn't mistaken the time.
I hadn't.
I frowned and risked my chances to walk over to the door.
I opened the door carefully.
No one was there.
I looked around the area, but still found no one.
I tried to ignore it. The disappointment that was running loose in my heart.
But I couldn't. It was so distinctive that demanded a loud voice in my mind.
She didn't come.
I brutalised myself by giving myself hope again as I closed the door.
You are an idiot.
I waited quietly and patiently for her arrival.
Until time pronounced itself it had lost an hour of its well-being.
I leaned my head against the door.
That hope was lost, vulnerably.
I closed my eyes.
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