(Left an authors note again... sorry)
VIOLETTA
“I take it our little confession backfired,” Ollie said as he walked over to where I lay curled into a ball on the sofa, staring mindlessly at some random movie playing on the television.
Backfired?
That wasn’t exactly the word I would use.
Because if anything, the whole thing had left me more confused than ever.
I had shoved all my nerves aside and finally told Cassian how I felt, and he hadn’t even been able to look at me when he rejected me or whatever he had done yesterday.
Had I read the signals wrong? Or perhaps imagined everything?
Maybe I had been so attention-starved that I’d taken every little bit of affection he gave me and turned it into something it wasn’t.
When he said we were friends… he must have meant it and this mus
