The day after Violet was told about Fred's death, all she kept thinking about was the note George sent her. Why is he being so nice to me? Violet thought, puzzled. She just didn't understand it. The hardest part was trying to keep her grief covered up as neither her friends or her family knew about Fred and they just wouldn't believe her even if she did tell them.
Every day, Violet would lock up her sadness and tears until she got into bed each evening where she would cry herself to sleep. Her parents noticed that she was oddly quiet and had confronted her but she denied of anything being wrong. She knew it was bad to keep something as serious as this to herself, but she couldn't think of anything she could do about.
After one particular hard day to get through, about a week after she heard the news, Violet awoke from a distressing dream in which she saw Fred dying, while she stood there helpless, unable to stop what was happening, screaming and crying at him. She was drenched in sweat with tears streaming down her face. She felt more alone than ever. It was in this particular vunerable moment that Violet decided to do something that she had forbidden herself to do before. Talk to George.
She got out of her bed and headed over to her desk where a clock sat. It read 01:15. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, she shakily wrote George a note:
George,
I hope you won't mind my asking, but I simply cannot keep this to myself much more. I need to share my grief with someone and you're the only person other than Fred and I who knew about us. If you can, or even want to, meet me at the tree house we were at before tomorrow at eleven pm.
Violet
Before she could change her mind Violet shoved the note into the box, and with a familiar flash it disappeared...
Knowing that she most probably wouldn't hear from George until the morning, Violet went back to bed, where she fell into another restless sleep.