They were all dead and dull and boring and she was a burst of life in their world. Two days after the pool incident, I found out her name from Brian – Violet. Two years after that she told me herself when I caught her stealing my roses. I’m Violet. Violet Moore. I live next door… I wanted to laugh and tell her: I know. I fucking know. I wish I didn’t. I wish I didn’t know the name of the teenage girl next door, the girl half my age, but I did. I wish I didn’t know that she liked to climb up to the roof at night or that her skin shines when the light of the moon falls on her.
Oh wow- so hes actually been whipped this whole time
