Nico wondered why he even spoke to the dead girl sometimes. He had convinced himself to stay in that stupid house and talk to those stupid ghosts all day long- for what? He was pretty sure no one cared about him. And it was pretty pathetic, having only the dead for company. Besides, he didn’t even like Violet. Why was he ranting to her, anyway? She didn’t care. He heaved a sigh “Vi, could you even pretend to care for once?”
{ ∗ —- - } ;There were times, much like these, that the little flower pondered why everyone in the home seemed to find their way to her with their little issues. Perhaps she was being tortured? Sounds legit. A single brow quirked in response to the latter's words, halfhearted listening to what he was saying, before offering a shrug of her shoulder. "I could, if I wanted to, but I don't live to please you."










