Violet Is Blue (Hothouse Series) - Plot & Excerpts
I closed my eyes for a brief moment, then opened them, enjoying the first rays of sun on my face. It was here where I always felt the freest, the most comfortable with my life. Running always made me feel alive and in control. I followed the path through the thick copse of trees, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. I couldn’t imagine living surrounded only by concrete. I’d go mad if I didn’t have trees and grass to run through, run over. Although, I’d been accepted to NYU, I wasn’t sure I was going to go. Sure, Central Park was nearby, but there were too many people all vying for the same fresh bite of air and worn path. If my dad were still here he’d tell me to forge my own path no matter where I went. As I followed the route over the small hill, I could see the rise of the cast iron gates of the cemetery. I ran along the fence then came to the open gate, turning into it and jogging up the rise of another small hill. On top I found the caretaker scrubbing something off my father’s headstone.
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