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Every time I caught a whiff, a whirlwind of memories threatened to consume me — memories of our times spent together on different planets, under various moons, and the many stolen moments in between.
Getting out of bed, I decided to take a walk, clear my head a bit.
I tried to push the overwhelming mix of emotions to the back of my mind.
My feet began to lead me to the mess hall.
Food was the last thing I was hungry for, but the distraction seemed appealing.
However, as I strolled, my steps felt heavier, drawing me elsewhere.
I found myself standing outside the Prize Pool.
I’d passed it many times before, always with a purpose.
But today, it felt different.
Today, the building seemed to beckon me, and I couldn’t resist its pull.
The Prize Pool, with its gilded trims and extravagant architecture, stood in stark contrast to the rest of the prison’s stark design.
It was meant to be a spectacle, a show of wealth and power.
But for me, today, it represented hope.
I scanned the building’s facade, its many windows shimmering in the daylight.
Somewhere in there was Violet.
I could feel her presence like a magnetic pull.
I imagined her moving around, perhaps plotting her next move, or maybe taking a moment for herself.
My eyes trailed up to the topmost window — a window from which, I had heard, one could get a view of the entire prison compound.
A place where someone like Violet might stand and strategize.
For a brief moment, I imagined her silhouette against the pane, her fiery spirit glowing even in this cold place.
I envisioned her looking down, spotting me, and sharing one of those secret smiles we used to exchange in hidden corners of crowded places.
But when I focused, she wasn’t there.
A pang of disappointment hit me.
It was foolish to have expected a reunion so soon, especially after the intense conversation we’d had.
Yet, a part of me had hoped — hoped that she felt the same magnetic pull, that she too would be drawn to this spot.
I took a deep breath, reminding myself that all good things took time.
Our relationship, our bond, had always been a testament to patience and persistence.
This was just another hurdle we had to overcome.
As I stood there, the wind gently picked up, carrying with it the distant aroma of starberries and night jasmine.
The scent wrapped around me like a soft embrace, grounding me, reminding me that no matter where we were, Violet and I were always connected.
