It makes even less sense now that I’m typing it out, but when has that ever stopped me? They gave me the knife, not considering that I’m recovering, just knowing that they needed to. I’m not going to do anything with it. I have no intention of hurting myself. If I ever do, well, I’ll just have to keep reminding myself that I am awake, and I am here. 

I’m like Violet. I never imagined that I’d be put in a position like this, but now that I am, I’m scared shitless. Scared I might do something that I won’t be here to regret. Something that would cause so many people so much pain, I can’t even begin to think about it. Also, I’d kill to have someone care about me the way Finch did. Well, okay, maybe that’s not the best word choice. Violet had Finch, and Finch had Violet. Their relationship was what kept Finch alive, but was also what brought upon his end. That’s some cruel irony. Here’s Violet, literally standing on a bridge, moments away from oblivion, when Finch comes along, and allows her to enjoy the life she’s been thrust into. For a little while, at least. 

While Finch was able to save Violet, and Violet was Finch’s everything, she still couldn’t help him.