There she is, walking through the streets again. Hair perfectly brushed and clothes that suit her body like a glove.
She walks around as if she knows every inch and every corner of this city, which she probably does if I'm being honest.
Her doll-like face is pale like always. Her sky blue eyes shine as always.
She looks as beautiful as ever.
Violet would never admit it, but since they told her that the Major was missing in action, she's been sleeping either with the window partially open or with a candlelit beside her.
She tried to do that in a desperate attempt to tell the Major she was there. That she was safe. That he could come back.
That he could come back home.
Back to her.
She understood what "I love you" meant a while ago.
But she kind of wished she never got to know the meaning, because she knew, in the bottom of her heart, that if she was never going to see the Major again, she would hate herself for the rest of her days. Because she didn't say it back before it was too late. Because it took her so long to realize what those words were.
Because she didn't understand what it meant back then, but she does now. And not a day goes by with her regretting not saying it back.
All those times where she felt a significant warmth in her chest, around her heart every time she looked at him.
How she felt safe every time she was standing next to him.
She has loved him from the very first moment she looked into his eyes. Those beautiful emerald eyes.
But now she can't say it back, and that kills her every night.
She never liked the time of the day when she had to go to sleep. She hated to be away from the Major. But now, its the moment of the day she looks most forward to.
She wants to go to sleep so bad just so she can see him in her dreams. Because he's not beside her anymore.
Because she'd rather live a fake life with him every night than face her reality every day.
She missed him. So much.
She wanted to figure out what kind of love she felt for him.
Because she did love him, so very much. But she wasn't sure in what way.
As a father figure? Even though that could be quite hard to imagine, since she has never had parents. She is unable to compare to something that was never there.
Maybe as a friend that's always been there for her?
As the brother she never had?
Or perhaps...as something more?
All she knew is that she wasn't ready to let his memory go. She wasn't ready to move on. She needed him, she didn't need his orders anymore. She just needed to hear his voice, to know that he was alright.
She tucked herself and closed her eyes, excited for what dream with her Mayor she would have now. There weren't always nice dreams, she mostly had nightmares, but he was always there. And that was all that mattered. Her life has been a nightmare for so long but with him by her side, Paradise would replace Hell in a blink of an eye.
She slept tight, not being aware of what tomorrow may have for her. She slept like she did since the Mayor was no longer with her:
Alone.