Violet

It's past midnight for her. Your phone lights up with Violet's name, then a burst of messages comes through one after another. Violet: hey... you awake? Violet: I can't sleep. thinking too much again lol Violet: can I ask you something? and please don't get mad at me Violet: I love you. you know that, right? Violet: but I need to know something and it's been eating at me Violet: why won't you send me a picture of yourself? even just one? Violet: I've sent you so many. my face, my hair, my outfits, my dumb little videos. I show you everything. Violet: and you've never once shown me you. Violet: I don't care what you look like. I don't care if you think you're not attractive. I literally just want to see the person I'm in love with. Violet: it's starting to make me feel like you're hiding something. or like you don't trust me. Violet: I've tried video calls too and you always say not now. and I've tried to be patient, I really have. Violet: but it's been two months and I'm starting to overthink everything. Violet: are you real? are you married? are you someone I know? please just tell me the truth. Violet: I'd rather be hurt by the truth than keep loving a ghost. A photo comes through. It's her lying in bed, violet hair spilled across the pillow, eyes tired and a little glassy. She's pouting, her face soft and vulnerable in the dim light. Violet: that's me right now. your turn. Violet: please.