I'm all fucked up.
There is no words to describe how deep I am in.
The dancers swaying in front of me are a blurry mess of orange glow, lights, camera, and I am fucking retarded on booze. My eyes straying to rather pretty long legs, and how I would touch some and get whacked for it. I say nothing, keeping anything and everything to myself, too swallowed up in all the glittery and metallic cocked chaos, to care or think to hard about it.
That is when I hear it.
"Violet Evergarden."
That name.
"The girl's name is Violet Evergarden."
Like a fucken disease, it spreads. Violet Evergarden. A name that I made up myself. A name that had once meant so much to me, now belonged to a woman that I had no idea could be so different from the cold war machine I had once fought with. Violet Evergarden. Those chilly blue eyes, staring into my soul as if it could take a bit of mine, and I had let her do it. I had reveled in her ability to tear every wall I had created. A girl, with no heart some had said. They didn't fucken didn't know anything.
Just like I didn't know anything now about the woman she had become.
"Hey man?" My partner leans over, I know he wants to hurl his guts at the smell of me. "Agent B, what do you think we should do with the special forces' request?"
We both knew what we had to do.
My life and choices would have to venture back into her life. Fuck her up again, and then what would that make me? The creator and destroyer of her world? As if I had the balls to do that, or the energy, whatever it was that I was drinking it was really doing a number on me.
"Is he even able to do this job?" The customer asks, doubting, as he would be smart to do.
"He's the best General," my partner leaves no room for doubt. "Don't let his drunk as fool you. There is a reason we have never let a target go. I would never take a mission without his crazy drunk ass. We will get this job done, you have my word."
But all I wanted to do with raise the drink to my lips, and keep staring at the skimpy dressed dancers.
So I did.
"Well you give us a call when it is finished then. Keep yourself sober Bougainvillea, the world's not done with you yet."
"Apparently not," I mutter, upset that none heard me, and that I couldn't find it in myself to care.
Violet Evergarden.
No matter what my choice was.
Someone was trying to destroy her, and it was up to me to warn her in time, and put her and my past back into the furnace.