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life after the thirteenth book.

Violet was there again. He could hear her. Her laugh, her voice, he could feel her every move. But she was in the other room. With Quigley. Again. She was laughing with him. Again. She was singing a stupid song with him. Again. She was always with Quigley now. And never with Duncan.

Duncan needed a distraction. He turned on the radio. Looking for a reason to feel happy. Yeah right. Like he could get that from the radio.

I'm missing your bed

I never sleep

Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak,

And this bottle of beast

Is taking me home

No, not that song, he thought. Anything but that song. God, could this day get any worse? He was too lazy to change the station. He let the song run through his veins. Invading every space spared by his lost love. Love which could not be regained.

Quigley still did not know about Duncan and Violet's short relationship. Could you even call that a relationship? He had to face the facts that he was never with Violet. Even though it seemed like it.

Now there was silence from the next room. If they weren't laughing and they weren't talking…they must be kissing. Silence was the last thing Duncan wanted to hear. Silence was never good. Silence was a stab through his heart.

I'm cuddling close

To blankets and sheets

But you're not alone, and you're not discreet

Make sure I know who's taking you home

Why did she have to pick Quigley? Why couldn't she have picked me? Duncan thought. Did we not connect? Is there something better in Quigley? The way she looked at me, the way I felt, was it all just a lie? Did it ever exist? I'm a fool for holding on so long. When it's so obvious you don't want me Violet. You didn't want me.

I'm reading your note over again

There's not a word that I comprehend,

Except when you signed it

"I will love you always and forever."

I wish I could just forget about you Violet. Duncan really wished. He really did. I wish I never met you. I wish that you never existed. I wish that I could be just as happy as you and Quigley are. I wish that I had something to do. Anything. Just so that I would forget about you. Even for just a moment.

Well as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs

And sit alone and wonder

How you're making out

But as for me, I wish that I were anywhere with anyone

Making out.

I should have fought harder for you. I should have showed you how much I could love you. How much I care for you. Instead I had to sit back and watch you and Quigley fall in love. Having to listen to Quigley every night after you two make out. Having to pretend that I'm happy for him. It's killing me.

I'm slowly dying Violet. Don't you see it? Do you not notice the way I walk now? With my knees barely touching the floor, with my head bowed. I don't have the strength to go on. It's all your fault. I blame you Violet. I blame you.

You're so perfect. How can I help loving you? Your perfection is murdering my soul. Every time I'm with you I can barely breathe. But every time you're gone I think about you. I dream about us.

I'm cuddling close

To blankets and sheets

I am alone

In my defeat I wish I knew you were safely at home

It would be better for you to be alone than to be with my brother. At least then I wouldn't know what I was missing. I could forget about you. About us. Just the way you forget a dream. Like a memory from a lifetime ago. Like the fire. The deaths. How I could easily forget those things. But why, why can't I forget about you? Violet, why can't I forget you?

That's it! Duncan decided. He was going to leave right now. He was going out to do something, anything. He was going to party and maybe even get high. Just to forget. He never wanted to remember. Remembering only brought tears, suffering, and pain.

He walked out of his room. Grabbed the coat from the hallway cabinet. Crap, he forgot his keys. He went into the kitchen grabbed them off the kitchen counter. But then he saw her.

"Violet." He said.

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