Here we are, Chapter two! It's been ages, I know, and I'm really sorry. :( But here it is!
A Certain Fate
To my own dearest Quigley,
It's the 14th of July now and therefore the eve of your birthday. Everyone is busy with preparations for tomorrow, so I decided that now would be a good time to pen this letter to you, though you will not be reading it for several long months.
Though it is only July, the harsh winds of autumn are already blowing through my heart with an evil speed. It pains me to write of such dark matters to you, when tomorrow we should be celebrating a happy occasion, but the schism has by now worked its way into our lives, never to be forgotten or released, and I find it hard not to bring it up.
I don't know what the future holds for any of us any more than little Sunny does, but one thing is for certain: I will never leave you. I will never abandon you. I am with you forever.
Rod will be coming to gather us all for a meeting next month, and I must confess I am not looking forward to it. There are still cuts and scratches on my hands from the last time we were involved in a meeting, though they are fading fast and there will soon be no sign of them whatsoever, not even the faintest of scars. However, the enemies of V.F.D have certainly left their mark.
Sunny can't wait for tomorrow. We have quite a surprise planned for you, Isadora and Duncan. She almost discovered me sitting here in this cupboard a moment ago; I think she was looking for coloured card. I can't wait to see your face tomorrow when you see the decorations!
Oh, Quigley, I know this letter must seem so pointless to you, but I felt I needed to write it, lest anything should ever happen. I know that one day you will read it, because though I said I did not know what the future contained, I have an idea that at least for a short time we will be separated by some cruel twist of the fates. Something Rod said at the last meeting seemed to imply that we will be parted, for a time at least. Do not worry though – if you are reading this, I am not dead. Just gone for a while. What I wrote before still applies: I will never leave you. I will never abandon you. I am with you forever. Because I will always come to find you.
I am sure that you will find this if I happen to be parted from you at any time; you know that I keep everything important in the secret compartment in my chest of drawers.
Rest assured that I am your greatest friend, Quigley, and that we shall never part forever. Remember what I told you in the mountains, when we first met: If you need me, just call my name.
All my love, forever and always,
Violet
The World Is Quiet Here.
P.S Have you ever wondered what Klaus looks like in a tutu? You'll find out tomorrow!
A thin, silvery tear trailed slowly down Quigley's face, as his eyes skidded over the words once more. His last birthday. He had been seventeen. He remembered it as clear as yesterday, though it was March now, and the last of his cake had long since been eaten, and Klaus had stepped out of that tutu that Violet had made him put on for the celebrations a very long time ago.
She had written it so long ago! And now she, Klaus and Sunny were gone, as if they had been wiped off the face of the earth. Furiously, Quigley brushed away his tears, but they were pouring thick and fast now, and before he knew what was happening, he had sunk on to his knees, his face wet and his heart throbbing madly. Violet's letter fell to the ground, and Quigley turned his face skywards, staring at the dark blue ceiling of Violet's room. Why? Why did it have to happen? Quigley's silent words soon turned to yells of frustration, anger and, above all else sorrow.
'Why? Why did you do this to me?' Quigley knew his words made no sense; he wasn't shouting at anyone in particular, except, maybe, V.F.D and all those stupid fires. He was shouting at his parents for getting involved with V.F.D, he was shouting at all the fires that had destroyed his life, he was shouting at the schism, he was shouting at Count Olaf.
Quigley took a deep, calming breath, before another sob wracked his body, and he rested his head against the side of Violet's bed, muttering a word, over and over again. No, not just a word. A name.
'Violet. Violet. Violet. Please come back. Please, Violet.' If he had ever needed her, it was now.
There. What did you think? What did you think? Hmmm? I sound like a very excited puppy. Lol.
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