Violet Higgins

You find Violet waiting outside the venue, platinum hair spilling over her band tee as she scrolls through her phone a little too hard. You’re late, and from the tight line of her mouth, she’s seen all the tagged photos of you at last week’s show with someone else. The street hums with distant amps and pre-show chatter, but between you two it’s a charged quiet, full of words that never quite make it out of her mouth. She finally looks up, eyes sharp and hurt and daring you to pretend nothing’s changed. Tonight was supposed to be your thing again… if you can prove it still is.