Deep Purle Violet

Grace wake up by the sound of alarm clock blaring from her bedside table. She looked at the clock; it was 8a.m. in the morning while she was stretching her sour body. She rarely got more than four hours of sleep these days. Sleep was a hard thing to attain when your dreams kept you awake all night. She tried almost everything to make her life easier to fall asleep and stopped dreaming, she even went to to see the psychiartrist but it's still not working. Every night she had a same dream, she was wondering when it would stop since it didn't bother her too much. She was even quite used to it recently.

She pulled on a T-shirt and a skinny jean from her dresser and walked over to the living room, the furniture was still new and spotless and the space was quite spacious and clean except one corner was piled up a lot of boxes. It's not massy but definitely need to organize.

I willdo it this afternoon. She thought. She really like her new apartment and decided to rent right away when the landlady showed her the suite first time. Especailly the French windows on the right side, she could see those tall buildings and great mansions from far distance to the nearest clearly and the sun was right between them. She picked up the plate with some cookie chips left on it from the table and walked to the kitchen, except the glass and a bottle of wine. There's still left a little bit liquid in the wine glass, like the deep purple dew glistens in the sunlight, soon will evaporate to the air with the last sweet smell of vinous flavor.

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Charles had loved Grace for almost five years. Since the forst day he saw her at the coffee shop near the campus. That's her first part-time job in the college, later she told him after they got more familiar. He could still remember she wore a white dress with the delicate lace on the bottom of dress at that day; she looked so elegant ans stunning. When she delivered the coffee to him with a timid smile and said "Thank you," he knew he would come to this coffee shop very often from now.

"Hey, how have you been, Grace. I haven't seen for a while." Charles looked at the picture on his table and sipping on his hot coffee carefully, waiting for her reply.

"I've been good." The voice on the other hand was elegant as usual, but added with a hint of maturity unlike her age."You?"

"Fine, I head that you moved to a new apartment, how was it?" Charles felt great to hear her voice again. He knew she needed some time to recover so he'd like to wait for her until she is willing to accept him.

"It was awesome, but I haven't organized my room yet. I probably need to work on it later. I just started my new job today. I couldn't believe I waste so many years not to do this. It's overwhelming fantastic!" He heard the smile in her voice, like she finally find out something she felt relax and happy.

"I knew you definitely like it!You had dreamed about being a cloth designer for five yr=ears and now your dream finally come true. Congratulations, I felt happy for you!" Knowing now she was starting her new life made him feel happy and relieved. When everyone cried in Emma's funeral, she was the only one without any facial expression. She stood there with blank eyes without speaking and looked so depressed and hopeless, like a broken dull stood there lifeless. Honestly, he really afraid that he would lose her eventually.

"Wow, we had known for each other for five years, time goes really fast, right?" She replied with a smile, looking at her nails. They were painted on a beautiful deep purple color, glisten in the air.

The voice between two side are both silent. They are both thinking of someone...

".....Tomorrow I will bring the violet for Emma, how do you think?" he asked.

"Erm... that's her favorite flower, thank you so much, Charles. She must feel happy if she knows that you will also be there tomorrow..." She stopped talking for a while and then continued

"You know.....I missed her so much~" she whispered, like she was trying to claim down but failed.

"I know, Grace. I know, I miss her,too. I have so many things want to talk to her..."

I will promise her I will spend my whole life take care of her, like I promise I will love Grace forever and ever and tried my best to make Grace feel happy every day. Charles thought, his hand was holding a ring tightly and his voice sounded determined and sincerely.

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Grace slowly took out the rest of the stuff from the last box; the room now was clean and well-organized. She grabbed a photo album from the ground, it was covered by deep purple color, as same as her nails color and she opened it. Tow young girls smiled in those pictures, they looked so happy and energetic. Most important of all, their faces are extremely similar, like copied from the same model, except one is long hair and another one is short hair. She touched the picture with the short hair girl on it softly and whispered. "Hey, pretty girl. I miss you so much. Today I showed my sketch of my new cloth designing to my manager, you know what? She said my design was fantastic and she talked to me she couldn't wait to see the real items wore on the models. Did you remember our dream? I will become a famous cloth designer and you will be a super model after we graduate. You will show my designs on the runway show; mom and dad will be our guest sitting under the stage and feel proud of us, and also Charles...." Crystal tears started drop on the picture, one by one, like a pearl necklace feel apart but still kept its beauty.

"You must remember it, right? I will try my best to accomplish our goal, plus your part, my dear sister, but...but I still hope you can be my side right now and siad to me," I am so proud of you, Grace." She held the picture with trembling, tears kept come out that she couldn't see the face on the picture clearly.

"Tomorrow Charles will also come to see you, Emma. He promised that he will bring the deep purple violet to you, your favorite flower. He is really a nice person, isn't he? No wonder we both like him so much. Please, please forgive me, Emma, please forgive me to love Charles, even we are together, we won't never forget you. Never~" She looked at the picture; Emma smiled just like the shine of sun, dazzle like an angel. Yes, from the first day they met in their mother's womb, Grace knew that she wouldn't stop loving her no matter what would happen in the future.

The morning light was filling that apartment like water, streaming in through the window. The golden line against the wall was slowly rising, engulfing the inhabitant, Grace wake from the sunshine, she never felt so relax and energetic. She had a dream yesterday night but this time was different; Emma sited in the garden and touched Grace's face with soften eyes. "Thank you for always thinking of me, my dear sister. Don't feel sorry for me, I know you had done a lot for me; you changed your hairstyle, your favorite color and your habits. White is your favorite color, not deep purple. You always said that color is too deep and sad. You love it because that's my favorite color. I know what you are afraid, but you don't need to change anything. We are twins, so Grace is Emma and Emma is Grace, right? Don't be afraid you will forget me; I live in your heart just like you live in my heart. I know Charles will help me to take good care of you, so just go and love him, including my part. I will always think of you, like you always do and I always will..."

After that day, Grace never had that dream. She married to Charles after one year and they have a daughter soon after one more year passed, they named her "Emma."