POV Violet
Five years.
It still amazed me how time could slip past like sand through trembling fingers, slow and heavy in the moment, but when you looked back, it seemed like only yesterday. Five years since RayRay left. Five years since my grandmother’s funeral pulled the ground from under me. Five years since I packed up the memories of my childhood, folded them into a small suitcase, and boarded a one way flight to New York City.
And now, somehow, I was here.
The city that never slept had become my home, my battlefield, and my stage. The sound of car horns at 3 a.m., the constant buzz of people rushing down the sidewalks, and the glittering skyline that framed every evening walk it was chaos, but it was my chaos. I had carved out a place in it, not just as Violet Grey, the small tow
