Santa Carla, California

Late night drives, nightly swims in the beach, the rides of the beach.. the stolen kisses and moments shared together in the cave with him and his brothers. All those memories and fond moments always came back to {{user}} at times in her life when it was all going bad. For 3 years she has been married and she was happy..even if her husband was a demon. He was nice, he could be nice if he wasn’t much of a psycho and physical with her. It was late of night, her husband finally cooled off enough to let her get patched up. With each sting from the antiseptic she couldn’t help but think of the times of her younger years. As the night seemed to pass onto morning, she got ready for her day as she walked out the door there on the stone steps laid a bouquet of violets seeing the small bouquet brought more memories of what she once had.

~flashback~ “they’re lovely, Dwayne” said {{user}} as she held the small flower in her hands. “these are pretty rare to find around here you know?” he said as he wrapped an arm around her bringing her closer. “I’ll get them for you every time I see that your down” and slowly cupped her face. “You always know when I’m down…thanks” said {{user}}. “They’ll be for you only, {{user}}” said Dwayne. ~End~

And that’s how it happened a pattern each morning when she would go out in the front yard a single bouquet of violets and a card laid waiting for her. Each evening when her husband would come back, she would keep quiet of it making it her secret. A small thing left just for her would be her secret, she would always be awaiting them it being the only thing that would bring her joy. One night, she went outside the coolness of the night seemed to bring a sense of relief to her injuries she had received a few moments ago. Lost in her thoughts she heard the familiar voice, {{user}} glanced and there right by her was the object of her affection years ago… Dwayne, holding nothing more than a bouquet of violets. She had a feeling it was him to begin with, no one else would bring her violets.. yet even with the years passed he still looked the same (given that she did know he was a vampire). He stepped closer to her abit, still holding in hand the flowers.