Quigley died;
It was described as a quick death. No pain felt. Just a simple hit and run. Only, it wasn't simple. No, not for Violet. Because she could do nothing but feel pain. It seemed as if the pain Quigley supposedly hadn't felt had been shot to her.
And she hated him for that.
She hated him because he was gone. Just like that. She would never see him again. His chaotic hair, sweet scent, enormous eyes. Everything about him would just become a haunting memory for Violet. And those haunting memories made her hate him even more.
And yet, she still wanted him back more than ever.
Quigley died;
It never did hit Duncan the way it hit everyone else. Their eyes were sore and puffy and red around the rims. But not Duncan's. He would walk around aimlessly, sometimes wondering where Quigley was.
Because there was no way anyone could really be gone forever.
He was out at the store, or somewhere with Violet. But there was Violet, sitting alone with circles under her eyes and hallow cheeks, no longer speaking. Slowly it dawns on Duncan. And he becomes angry. For how could anyone have been as stupid and ignorant and naïve as he had? How could he have not realized that there was a way for someone to be gone forever?
Even if it was his brother.
And so, for this, he hates himself. Hates himself for thinking he could just wake up one morning and find Quigley in the next room over. Hates himself for thinking this was all some sort of joke. Hates himself for not being able to feel the pain he should have been.
Quigley died;
People were starting to move on. There was no way they could continue to live like that. But Violet could. She was crushed, but liked the hatred and hunger she felt for Quigley. Duncan could, too. He felt he deserved to be angry at himself for not feeling the sting of death.
And so people began to give up on them. They were tired of having to feel sorry for them and trying to get them to smile, even though they all knew it was hopeless.
So just like they had moved on from Quigley, they moved on from Violet and Duncan too.
Quigley died;
And one day Violet was sitting next to Duncan.
She kissed him. It was a mistake she couldn't help. He had Quigley's chaotic hair and his enormous eyes. Only he was more bitter tasting. Nonetheless Violet continued to kiss him, because as the yearning for Quigley devoured the hatred, she realized Duncan was the closest she would ever get to having Quigley back.
He kissed her back. It was a mistake he couldn't help. Because the longer he kissed Violet, the more he felt like he was betraying his brother, and at last he let the tears fall. At last he felt the pain that his body was craving.
They kissed each other back. For a brief moment they were both satisfied. Neither was concerned at the time that they were using each other for their own reasons.
Quigley died;
It was described as a quick death. No pain felt. Just a simple hit and run.
Only the death wasn't quick as it always seemed to be darkly hanging over Violet and Duncan. And there was pain, whether it came immediately or later. So much pain it overwhelmed them.
The simple hit and run had suddenly made things very complicated.
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