her angelic eyes saw the good in many a demon".
...her little face sank hard against my chest, while her tears soaked my thin clothes, I ran my fingers through her hair trying to calm her down, I felt her little body tremble before mine, while my arms like vines caught her wishing not to let her go.
soon she separated from me, it was the first time I saw her cry, the first time I saw her frown, the first time I felt her body tremble against mine, I wanted to be able to say something to her, but my hands trying to reach her cheeks were strongly hit and rejected, her eyes were filled with fire and from her lips the worried verbiage that only a girlfriend could unleash. I shook her, pronouncing for the first time her name "violet", "violet", "violet", until she simply stopped and covered her lips with her hands, realizing how vulnerable she had planted herself in that beautiful instant.
She wanted to escape first by averting her gaze, and before she could move I caught her hand, but she was simply stronger, then I groaned in pain as she pulled out of my grasp and my wounds suffered, worried once again, she stopped and turned to look at me with her face reddened with perhaps embarrassment.
at that moment the doctors came in they heard me groaning, violet just stepped back a little leaving enough space for me to be treated, I did not take my eyes off her and she did not shy away from mine. the doctors unbuttoned my shirt and violet could see the extent of my wounds, while I was ecstatic at her reactions so new and strange to me.
They removed the bandages, and sewed the open wounds back together, but the pain was minimal because I could look at her, who anesthetized any pain, it was like opening a door to a world that until then I was totally unaware of, she was a burning balm.
The doctors left the room, the maids came in to dress me, but I ordered Violet to assist me, I smiled when I saw the surprise on her face, she slowly helped me with the sleeves and then buttoned the buttons one by one.
Her fingers took one of my locks of hair, violet stared at it "it's not you" and I knew exactly at that moment that she was as or much more confused than I was, but her battle was against the resemblance between Gilbert and me.
I took the lock out of her hands and braided my hair to one side "I am not him violet", I want her to look at me without thinking of Gilbert, I want her to look at me without thinking I am him when her eyes meet mine.
I frowned and ordered her to leave the room, maybe if I went back to being the cruel and cold person she once called master, maybe then she would get the idea that she shouldn't see his eyes in my eyes.
She nodded and walked to the door and before she left I told her "I am not Gilbert Violet", I just heard the door thud shut and then I heard her run down the hallway and out of the house.
reality was still hard for her to accept and I hated for a moment to have shared this image with my brother, I didn't want my eyes to be the same color, nor my hair, so I let it grow too long even at the cost of not obeying my father.
But she continued to look at me with the same eyes with which she looked at him.
"I can't feel anything."