Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rhapsody in Violet: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Shawn’s POV I am writing my own obituary. Yes, you heard that correctly. I sit at the little desk in my new bedroom and flip on the desk lamp in front of me. I am surrounded by boxes. My whole life boxed up and moved from Atlanta to Brooklyn and I am more than fine with that. In fact I donated or otherwise got rid of more than half of my belongings because they just would no longer be needed. I kept my collection of soccer balls.It was the only sport that I ever enjoyed or was good at and it was perfect that it is played all over the world since we have lived in so many different places over the years, moving to wherever my father has been stationed. Of course, where we lived in Atlanta I was often teased for not playing Football or Basketball, they were what most of the boys were into, but I never could get the taste for them. My father was the one who had pushed me to play sports, he had pushed me to walk straight and tall, lift my chin high, use a firm handshake and look ever

Aldo’s POV “Dude, did you hear me?” Tom, my fellow Barista asks. I’m ina bit of a daze, or rather I’m hungover from partying with the guys after practice last night…the painkillers and coffee haven’t kicked in yet so my head is thumping. “Yeah, what was that again, man?” I grumble as I sip my second coffee of the day. I inhale the rich aroma of my coffee before catching a sweet new scent in the air…archidds, and something else, would be my guess…gosh I spend too much time with my mom and sisters, why was I the only dude in the family besides dad? My parents were told their chances of conceiving even with in vitro were slim to none…mom had had 3 miscarriages before adopting me and a few years later Cicely, then, BAM surprise mom got pregnant and managed to carry Sidney to term…so we are kind of a patchwork family, but that is cool with me. My birth parents died when I was 18 months old, and thankfully, the Reeds adopted me not long after. Mrs Reed had been my birth mom’s coll

Aldo’s POV Throughout my set I couldn’t stop glancing at the violet haired beauty sitting next to my sister. I knew that it had to be her non-binary friend, Nova. I still have know idea what sex they are but I feel myself drawn to them like a moth drawn to a flame. It isn’t just their smooth, rich mocha skin,warm, chocolate eyes, high cheekbones or violet ringlets…it is something in their whole being. I notice every curl of their lip and the delicate way they sip their beverage with their eyes locked on me. Oh, to be that cup…pressed up to those full lips sweetly. I feel like a magnet is drawing me to them and for the first time ever I am excited to finish my set and get off stage just so that I can be closer to them. Sidney told me that they were beautiful and I had expected someone pretty but nothing could prepare me for their sheer magnetism. As soon as my set finished I made my way off stage and stowed my guitar in it’s case, leaving them in a secure backstage corner I q

Aldo’s POV Aiden and Candace have been fighting since last night. I don’t know what it is about, but just a minute ago she threw his engagement ring across the living room and it nearly hit me on my path to the kitchen. I am staying out of this shit. After my gigs on Friday nights we usually go out, but they kept arguing and I decided to just shut myself in my room and put my noise canceling headphones on and perseverate over the night’s events while listening to my favorite playlist. My music taste is fairly eclectic, which is great if you are a musician, you can take inspiration from many genres. Eventually sleep found me and my dreams featured a certain violet haired beauty. I probably shouldn’t admit this but even without knowing what sex they are the dreams were rather steamy and woke up with a situation I hadn’t had since highschool. It had been ages since I had a wet dream, but the sticky mess on my borders is evidence of where my dreams had gone. I’ve been doing all of m

Nova’s POV You know that song by Fergie.. The lyrics go “‘cause I’m tippin’, i’m stumblin’ , Clumsy ‘cause I’m fallin’ in love..” Yeah that seems to be the theme of my week..let me just recap as I get ready to head out for another Friday at The Nightingale Cafe where I will get to see Aldo again. I spoke to Cassie on Saturday and apologized for hanging up so abruptly on her and told her how Fridays would probably be the worst night to call me from here on out. Then I told her about Friday night. I described Aldo the best I could, not that my words could ever do him justice. She then finished telling me what she had been trying to tell, me and I am excited to say the least. Her father is being stationed in New York! They won’t be all that close since they will be upstate, but he promised that he would buy her a used car for a late birthday present (her birthday was last week, and i did give her a birthday call and send her a card) once they got here which means that we can see