Violet sat on the lower bunk of a bed on the Queequeg and thought about the one guy that she could honestly say she had ever loved. And it hurt to think about him. But she had to, because she didn't want to forget. If she forgot Quigley, she might forget anything. Forgetting a love that strong would be like forgetting that you're alive. You just don't forget about something like that.
She remembered the first time that she met him. When he had first slipped his mask off she had felt her heart lurch. His resemblance to Duncan had shocked her. It shouldn't have though. After all they are triplets. At first she had expected him to act exactly like Duncan too, but Quigley soon proved to be a completely different person than Duncan. Quigley was sweet, and tender, and sentimental. Duncan was more fun loving and child-like. The thing was, when Violet was around Duncan, she felt more like she was around her own brother. She felt like she had to protect him, make sure no one hurt him. But she didn't feel affection for Duncan. Not like she did for Quigley.
Though they looked the same, amazingly Violet found Quigley to be a lot more attractive then Duncan. He had a different sparkle in his eyes. When he smiled at her, her heart did a huge flip. It had never done any sort of acrobatics for Duncan. While Duncan kept his hair perfectly styled, and Quigley's was rather messy. Violet liked his messy hair more then she would admit. It gave her some hope that he wasn't as perfect as he seemed. Violet felt she had no chance with a perfect person.
Violet was no poet, but she pulled out a sheet of paper and began to write a poem. Isadora would probably have been ashamed of it, but it helped Violet to get her feelings out. The poem went something like this:
The twinkle in your eye,
How I wish you were my guy
You have a triplet brother,
He looks the same as you,
But for me there is no other,
You have no idea what I'd do,
Curse the river,
It swept you away,
I want you here,
Right now, today
Someday I hope I'll see you again.
But until then
Love Forever,
Violet
"Violet!" yelled Fiona from the control room.
"Yea?" called Violet.
"Can you come try to fix the telegram again?" asked Fiona.
"Sure…" muttered Violet.
Violet ran out of the bedroom, leaving the memories behind her. She wanted to get away from them for a while. But she wouldn't forget. She couldn't forget.