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Violet Evergarden – Volume 1 – Chapter 1.7

readviolet~October 26, 2017 /Uncategorized

The Novelist and the Doll, Part 7

As the last of those words rang clearly through the air, Violet began to move forward. There had been quite some distance between her and the lake, but in the blink of an eye, she had already passed before Oscar’s. She seemed to quite literally be moving as fast as the wind.

At her final step before meeting the lake’s edge, the fleet-footed Auto Memories Doll kicked off with great force, gouging out marks in the earth where she had made this final escape from land. Her powerful legs lifted her unbelievably high into the air, and for a moment, it seemed as if she might just continue on her way up the stairway to heaven. Oscar’s mouth fell open as he observed her unworldly movements. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.

On reaching the peak of her great leap, Violet raised her hand and the umbrella it had been holding high above her head. The canopy sprang open suddenly, like a flower blooming in the sky. The frills along its edge wavered enchantingly.

As if on cue, the wind picked up again and swept Violet and her umbrella across the sky.

The umbrella–and Violet’s skirt–billowed gently while drifting downward. Here and there were flashes of white petticoat. At long last, the tip of Violet’s personal, meticulously kept lace-up boot touched gently against one leaf floating on the water.

That moment. That instant. That single frame. The clear image burned into Oscar’s retinae with such precision it was as if he’dsnapped a photograph after all. The arc of the umbrella, the fluttering of the skirt, the girl with her foot arched against the face of the lake. It was the work of a sorceress. To Oscar’s mind came the fateful day which had stopped his daughter’s heart, and the words his daughter had spoken to him then:

“Someday.”

Someday I’ll dance for you. On the lake, by our home now far away. When the leaves drift across the water in autumn.

“Someday.”

Someday I’ll dance for you.

“Father.”

That voice. Her voice. He thought he’d lost it long ago, but there it was, echoing through his mind. You never knew it, but I’d wanted so badly to hear you call out to me. Another thousand times wouldn’t have been enough.

“Someday I’ll dance for you.”

“Father,” you’d say.

In that sweet, frail voice.

“Someday I’ll dance for you, Father.”

Your voice was more soothing to my ears than any music.

“Someday I’ll dance for you.”

Yes, that’s just how it was. Just like that. With that voice. Trying in perfect innocence to bring a smile to my face. That’s how you said it.

I’d forgotten your promise. I’d forgotten all about it. It’s been a long time–so very, very long–since I’ve been able to remember you. I’m so happy to see you again. To see you again… even if only as a dream. My darling. My daughter. My… My… …My one and only treasure, shared between my love and me.

You must have known that you could never keep it. And yet you made your promise to me.

The Novelist and the Doll, Part 7

As the last of those words rang clearly through the air, Violet began to move forward. There had been quite some distance between her and the lake, but in the blink of an eye, she had already passed before Oscar’s. She seemed to quite literally be moving as fast as the wind.

At her final step before meeting the lake’s edge, the fleet-footed Auto Memories Doll kicked off with great force, gouging out marks in the earth where she had made this final escape from land. Her powerful legs lifted her unbelievably high into the air, and for a moment, it seemed as if she might just continue on her way up the stairway to heaven. Oscar’s mouth fell open as he observed her unworldly movements. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.

On reaching the peak of her great leap, Violet raised her hand and the umbrella it had been holding high above her head. The canopy sprang open suddenly, like a flower blooming in the sky. The frills along its edge wavered enchantingly.

As if on cue, the wind picked up again and swept Violet and her umbrella across the sky.

The umbrella–and Violet’s skirt–billowed gently while drifting downward. Here and there were flashes of white petticoat. At long last, the tip of Violet’s personal, meticulously kept lace-up boot touched gently against one leaf floating on the water.

That moment. That instant. That single frame. The clear image burned into Oscar’s retinae with such precision it was as if he’dsnapped a photograph after all. The arc of the umbrella, the fluttering of the skirt, the girl with her foot arched against the face of the lake. It was the work of a sorceress. To Oscar’s mind came the fateful day which had stopped his daughter’s heart, and the words his daughter had spoken to him then:

“Someday.”

Someday I’ll dance for you. On the lake, by our home now far away. When the leaves drift across the water in autumn.

“Someday.”

Someday I’ll dance for you.

“Father.”

That voice. Her voice. He thought he’d lost it long ago, but there it was, echoing through his mind. You never knew it, but I’d wanted so badly to hear you call out to me. Another thousand times wouldn’t have been enough.

“Someday I’ll dance for you.”

“Father,” you’d say.

In that sweet, frail voice.

“Someday I’ll dance for you, Father.”

Your voice was more soothing to my ears than any music.

“Someday I’ll dance for you.”

Yes, that’s just how it was. Just like that. With that voice. Trying in perfect innocence to bring a smile to my face. That’s how you said it.

I’d forgotten your promise. I’d forgotten all about it. It’s been a long time–so very, very long–since I’ve been able to remember you. I’m so happy to see you again. To see you again… even if only as a dream. My darling. My daughter. My… My… …My one and only treasure, shared between my love and me.

You must have known that you could never keep it. And yet you made your promise to me.