I watched the girl of dreams walk down the aisle. She was the picture of perfection in a gorgeous white dress with elegant beads and beautiful roses in her hands. Her name was Violet Baudelaire and this was her day. Sadly, she was not marrying me. She was marrying one of my triplets, Quigley. Violet and I shared something special when we were younger, but Quigley won her heart. I was –am—so jealous that he gets to hold and love and be loved by such a beautiful woman.
I'm trying to get over it though. I've moved on—sort of. I looked at the girl next to me. Her name was Catherine. She had silky blonde hair and striking blue eyes. I liked her a lot. I'd been dating her since last year. But deep down, I knew I didn't love her. I also knew I would never love anyone as much as I loved Violet.
I broke up with Catherine. I moved on from her. She was not for me. Violet was, but she didn't think so. Quigley and Violet moved near me. I realized that I couldn't stand the sight of them together. I hated my brother. He stole my girl when he came back from the dead. I wish he had died, I thought. I didn't regret it either. He stole Violet from me. Everyone got someone but me. Isadora got Klaus. Quigley got Violet. All that was left was Sunny. She's a great kid, don't get me wrong, but that's kind of illegal, seeing as she's just a kid.
Since Violet and Quigley lived so close, I had to go. I moved… two towns over. I didn't want to be near them. The sight of them disgusted me. I couldn't bear seeing Violet with any other guy.
Years later, I realized that I was foolish for lusting over Violet for so long. Her and Quigley were so happy. I didn't want to mess that up. They had a family. It was cute. Made me kind of want a family. So I got a girl and married her. I think I love her. Her name is Heather. She's really nice. I never told her about my obsession with Violet, but I never told anyone about it.
No, I could never forget Violet. I can't deny that I still love her. So I divorced Heather. She didn't take that too well. Not that I care. My life is of no importance without Violet. As I watch her grow old with Quigley, I realized that I couldn't watch her anymore. After living on my own for so long, I realized the true meaning of V.F.D.
Violet Forgets Duncan
I wrote this on a slip of paper. It served as my note of good riddance. I laid it on my desk and stepped over to the bed. I stood at the edge of my bed. I won't have to watch her anymore, I thought. My final thought.
"I love you Violet Baudelaire," I said to no one as I slowly brought the gun to my head.