When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

32; Giraffes, Feta, and Street talks

Violet

 

"We'll leave you to it. Take your time, no rush. Just lock up once you're done."

The sound of the door shutting behind me makes me jump slightly and I take a deep breath, looking around the hospital room. I'm alone, and I feel it extremely. But I wanted to come alone. I needed to come alone. I need to do this by myself.

I notice straight away that really nothing much of Willow's is left, not that there was much to begin with. It's really heart breaking to realise that really this was her bedroom, that this was where she spent the most of her time. Yet this place is not personalised, it isn't homely. There's no essence of Willow anywhere. Maybe that's because these walls never saw Willow as a person, merely just an illness.

This place has nothing for me.

I'm about to leave when my eye catches something. I walk over to the box that sits in the corner of her room and push open the lid. Inside is a huge stack of paintings and drawings, all done by Willow. Her entire collection. There's some I've seen, some I recognise, then there's some I haven't even seen before. New pieces, old pieces, all of different colours and shapes. I sift through them all and my heart stops when I come across one in particular.

Depicted is a drawing of Willow and I, surrounded in a meadow of flowers. I'm holding Willow's hand and she's smiling; and she's drawn herself without all the bandages and bruises. She's drawn herself with long blonde hair and rosy red cheeks, wearing a pink sundress that I match only mine is in blue. She's drawn herself to be beautiful and she's drawn herself to be happy. Written in the corner is her tiny and messy scrawl, a message which reads:

Violet is my bes persin and I luv her lots. Pleas come bak to visit me. I mis u. xoxoxo

 

I start to cry. I cry not because I'm sad, nor do I feel upset, but because I don't know what else to do. Because I hate myself. Because this is all my fault. Because I never said goodbye.

"Oh, baby," I cry. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You never deserved any of this. You at least deserved a goodbye. You would've wondered why I wasn't there, wondered where I was. Baby, I'm so sorry."

At the bottom of the box sits another item, an item that makes me smile through the tears. I quickly wipe them away and regain my stamina. I then pick up the giraffe soft toy, close the box, and walk out of the room. I only look back to lock the door. I never look back after that.

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"Hey, how'd it go?"

I slip into Avery's car and close the door, putting my handbag, which contains Willow's toy, down by my feet. She had asked to grab lunch with me today and I told her I needed to make a quick stop first. She knew about what had happened.

I shrug, there really is no right answer for that. "Okay. Have you picked somewhere to go for lunch?"

"I have actually." She plays around on her phone. "Pine Leaves. It's some vegetarian restaurant. That okay?"

"Yeah, sure." I put on my seatbelt as Avery starts to drive off.

"You sure you're okay, Vi? We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

I shake my head. "No, no. I'm fine. I did the last of what I needed to do. I'm okay, really. Plus, you said you had some news right?"

She smiles. "Yeah, I do. Ah, here we are."