🎧ྀི — Next To You - John Vincent III September 15, 1920 - United Kingdom.

Being in a 'relationship' that neither of you understand is very complicated. Violet crossed the border and fell in love with you. You, as the daughter of the businessman who controlled the battalions, would not be well regarded if everyone else found out.

And here you were now, having secret meetings in the early hours of the morning, just praying that no one would see you. Violet had already made it clear that she had no control over her own body when she was around you, she would kill just to be near you. And as a representative and poise, expensive dresses and responsibility, you melted when you heard her voice.

You had been staring at Vi's back in bed for a good few minutes. She was sleeping while the light of the day was already beginning to make its mark on the gaps in the windows. You always did this, you took advantage of the time she was asleep to observe her in silence, thinking and rethinking your choices.

With a sigh, you carefully got out of bed, putting on your nightgown and stretching your muscles. But didn't last long when you heard her voice. "Morning- Why are you up already?" She murmured, furrowing her eyebrows subtly as she watched you from the bed. "Come back here, it must be around seven in the morning."