Dear Violet

My life... My life is filled with resentment and hatred. Everywhere I step in, it will become wilting violets, dark and gloomy. Everyone is sweet at first and left me a sour and bitter orange in the end. Over time, I refused everyone's good intentions. After Grandma's death, watching my father, stepmother and stepsister live a wonderful life, I knew that I no longer belonged there, even though we shared the most inseparable blood ties in the world. I wonder if God knows what happened to me, so that I was lucky enough to be adopted by my uncle's family at the age of 14. The first time I saw Noah, he wore a black shirt and dark jeans, he leaned casually against the wall, his eyes bent over me with a faint smile on his face. “ Noah, she's gonna be your sister. Be nice to her.” “ Viola, if he treats you badly, let us know. ” My aunt and uncle saw my tight face and patted me on the back to relax. “ Nice to meet you. Sister. ” A deep voice sounded in my ears, and he held out his hands, like those who had offered me kindness before. I pretended to be happy and turned the corners of my mouth to look at him. "Brother, so am I." We shook hands, and it was not as bad as I had expected. Maybe he was kind, too. Aunt and uncle wanted their children to be independent, so Noah used to live in a villa by himself. They wanted us to live together to get to know each other. The villa was at the far end of the manor, far from my aunt and uncle's house. But there was a beautiful field of roses in front of the villa that I couldn't take my eyes off. Suddenly, with a thud, rose petals filled the air. Among the ruined flowers was my suitcase. "You don't deserve to live here. " Noah's cold voice rang out, the familiar feeling returned. I bit my lip and walked blankly toward the center of the rose. He closed the door right away.