22 Apr 2019
Violet knew she’d had a big fat crush on Clementine since the second she’d first laid eyes on her.
Her and her pretty, amber-colored eyes. Her muscular arms. Her kind smile.
Everything about her was perfect.
Of course, Violet had long since come to terms with the simple fact that Clementine would never feel the same. I mean, how could she? Clementine was golden, the perfect student, perfect daughter, perfect friend, and Violet was just…. Violet.