Scarlet Carsons
Disclaimer: I wish I was lucky enough to own V for Vendetta.
Author's Note: I have just recently watched this movie and it is seriously one of the most amazing movies I've ever seen.
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"Love is like a puzzle. When you're in love, all the pieces fit but when your heart gets broken, it takes a while to get everything back together."- Author Unknown
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Love is something you can't describe
Evey wasn't quite sure when she'd begun to fall for him. It might've been the moment they met or when they sat down and watch The Count of Monte Cristo or when V had nearly flinched when she came out of his torture. V had made her strong, but Evey wasn't entirely sure what she loved. Was it the gentleman that she'd lived with? Was it the philosopher or the bibliophile? She didn't know.
Like the look of a rose
Valerie was beautiful. Dark hair framed pale skin and a shining smile. The scarlet carsons that V had grown for her shrine added to the effect. And no one would ever remember her.
I had roses for three years and I apologized to no one.
V had, he remembered the camps, the ones that no one had ever walked away from. And now Evey did. She remembered the letter and as she saw the country-no, the change was larger than that-the world go through its metamorphosis, she remembered her words written on the toilet paper.
I hope that the world turns and that things get better.
The smell of the rain
Evey hadn't much liked rain before she had read Valerie's letter. It hadn't bothered her so much as she didn't like getting wet if she could help it. But after Valerie's letter…
God is in the rain.
After the letter and V's revolution (His death) she began to walk through the rain, never in a rush. The world seemed different when it rained, clearer almost. And many a time, she would stand upon the roof of the Shadow Gallery and simply stand in the rain, remembering an ivory mask and the man that she had seen in brief glimpses before pulling away. The man that made her remember the 5th of November. A man she would never, ever forget.
Or the feeling of forever