"those who are broken inside will always love more than most."

Her eyes lit up like fire, met the gaze of a now surprised Dietfried Bouganvillea, his fingers clenched around her trying to hide the illusive, but real idea that he was nervous and that his fingers were trembling. The boat rippled with the waves making them both rush to separate, violet ironed the wrinkles of her dress with her palms, while captain Bouganvillea nervously tightened the tie of his shirt.

Her heart wanted to run out of her mouth, her skin prickled just looking at the depth of his pupil fixed on hers, hiding the very world in them, and she could still see the pain in them turning into huge waves in that infinite gaze like the universe.

violet turned her gaze to a small room filled with toys and pictures of the bouganvillea brothers, something in her chest cowardly found a way to escape, Dietfried warned violet's body trembling, she had only the goodness of war. Her breath hitched, she needed to escape that place, she ran down the corridors until she found the light towards the bow.

"You have that pre-war peace..."

fear is always more powerful, Violet that evening on the bouganvillea ship began a series of anxiety attacks, it was so easy to kiss the idea that gilbert was only lost and not that he had been swallowed up by the earth forever.

again, like every night, violet woke up in the middle of the night and the sound of the typewriter keys could be heard, Dietfried could hear her from her room, again writing letters to no one.

The next morning in his office Claudia made her appearance, and by her countenance she was not happy, Dietfried invited her to sit down, but Claudia flatly refused, Captain Bouganvillea's countenance also changed abruptly and resting his elbows on his desk to rest his chin against his palms he listened attentively to Claudia's words.

"I understand that Gilbert has put the responsibility for Violet on you, but you are not her guardian, you stopped being her guardian when you left her here" explained Dietfried, while Claudia's countenance darkened more and more, and with a leap she approached him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt shouting at him fiercely.

The reasons for Claudia's fury were because of the unjustified way Dietfried was trying to make her see reality, reasons that Dietfried still couldn't understand.

Violet had grown up, while everyone was arguing she had grown into a tall and beautiful woman, and her conception of love in her adventures as a doll had made her the person she was now, reflective and with a million doubts and curiosity about life.

maybe claudia was right...