Chapter 2

To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,

You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,

You turn every head but you don't see me.

Quigley awoke, the bright early morning sun streaming through the window, He turned his head, and was pleased to see that Violet was sleeping peacefully.

In an attempt to be silent, he crept out of the room to prepare something for breakfast.

Violet's eyes snapped open and she inaudibly groaned. The so called "sleeping peacefully" was a mask for Quigley's benefit

She was so tired, and it was morning already?

She sat up, tossing her ragged bed hair out of her eyes, before reaching for her dressing gown and shuffling to the bathroom suite.

Violet squinted at her reflection wearily, looking at her dark lids, heavy bags under her eyes, her altogether sagging face.

She peered closer towards her reflection, her bright brown eyes curiously exhausted and weak.

Violet then reached into her makeup drawer, reaching and rummaging through it, until she found her tinted moisturiser and concealer.

Ten minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom looking perfectly normal. Thank goodness for makeup.

She sniffed the air, and happily concluded bacon and egg rolls for breakfast. She practically salivated from the smell of bacon wafting from the kitchen. Hurrying, she sat down just in time for Quigley to place a plate full of breakfast in front of her.

"Yum!" Violet exclaimed, and dug in.

About twenty minutes later, Violet left for work, giving Quigley a kiss goodbye. Well, it was more than one, more like three. Quigley was left feeling on top of the world.

In her haste, Violet realised on the way that she'd forgotten lunch, so she stopped at a shop to by some fresh croissants. On waiting in the queue, Violet was asked out by some random stranger.

She rejected him, wrinkling her nose and leaving the poor guy feeling sorry for himself. This often happened to Violet, but today she didn't have the patience to brush him off like other days she would.

Flipping open her phone, she called the doctor and managed to get an appointment that afternoon after work. She couldn't believe her luck, and was feeling better already.

The guy that usually busked her work's street corner was there now, playing a sweet melody on his guitar. She smiled, despite feeling so downcast, as the music stirred something from within.

Flicking a coin in the guitar case, Violet got to her work, only awaiting the doctor's appointment.