Clyde woke up. He had fallen asleep, tears drying on his face. He got up, groggily.
He didn't feel much of anything anymore. He had accepted she was gone, and not coming back, and now he just felt empty.
Last night he screamed, and cried, and sobbed, but it was gone now.
Only the soreness in his eyes was a reminder anything unusual happened. Nobody checked in on him. Nobody messaged him, Nothing.
The Nobs grieved with him after he has posted a two line explanation, but their words didn't comfort him, and now he felt...wrong.
He heard sirens blazing as he started brushing his teeth. He dropped his toothbrush, not bothering to throw on a shirt.
Had Violet done something? Had she been arrested?
He ran downstairs just in time to see Bebe open the door. He didn't hear anything, he blocked it all out,
walking to the fridge as casually as he could, knowing what this must look like, with him and Bebe in only their undergarments.
The mumbling of an officer. He froze as he noticed the tone of his voice. Sympathy, Gentleness. The words swirled in his mind.
"Sorry." "Found dead." "Hit and Run." No. Violet wasn't..she wasn't...
He got up immediately, rushing to the door, grabbing the man by his collar. "What happened!?" He screamed at him, Bebe holding him back.
"I'm sorry, but Violet Donovan has been found dead on the road of 27th street, after a car hit her. Her pulse was gone before the ambulance
arrived, We have contacted her family and they told us this was her address, My condolences." Clyde froze, again.
This wasn't happening, Violet wasn't dead. He loved Violet. He was asleep, and he would wake up in her arms, none of this happened.
Her eyes, Her face, Her smile. All of it flashed by in a second as he remembered her, and then, like a whisper he heard her voice. Clyde.
She was gone.