VIOLET SWAN.

OREGÓN-PORTLAND.

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The weekend had been complete chaos. In my mind, the argument Aarón and I had — about him punching Sam’s brother — just won’t stop replaying. I sigh deeply, feeling the crisp autumn air slip through my parted lips. I close my eyes for a moment, but the images rush back: his eyes locked on mine, my harsh words, the silence that followed.

I slowly shake my head, as if that motion alone could shake off everything we