Violet's pov
The breeze blew on my face and carried my hair in diverse direction. I had to repeatedly brush my hair off my face. It felt so good to be outside. Free from the kitchen, from the clustered maid's room, from Mira and from Xaden. I felt like hiding myself where I'd never be discovered.
As I made my way down the trail, I paused to stroke some leaves as they hung loose from their branch. I felt sympathy for them. Just like me, they were almost falling off. But unlike me who had already fallen, it still fought for its life. I could understand why though. Once they had fallen, they wither.
Just like me, they had been abandoned for a new green.
I recalled how just after I had left Xaden in the courtyard yesterday, he hadn't taken time to forget that I had almost made him c*m. He
