She appeared like an apparition out of the mist, dripping in liquid crimson. Her eyes were alight like the devouring flames of a wildfire, and as scarlet as the blood moon. Tear streaks in the dried blood on her cheeks told him more than he wanted to know.
He wasn't an aberration, but he was certainly abnormal. His trembling hands stretched out to her like wandering shadows under the summer sun. He longed to feel her touch, once more. He yearned for her tender caress and he would do anything just to brush fingertips with her. She was flawless, something of a feat that no other human could ever achieve. She had to be some sort of creature unknown to man, but she was only a girl. A rebellious teenager in love with a psycho. What a stupid girl.
What a sick, disturbed boy.
The moon hung large in the sky, waiting for their next move. They both stood almost ten yards apart, yet she seemed much more distant, her firey eyes staring through him as though he were as undetectable as air. They've done frightful things, the both of them. However, there was something a little more off about the boy. His untidy blonde hair and his loose-fitting clothes were soaked to the skin from the downpour earlier that night. His lip began to quiver and he fell to his hands and knees. He crawled to her, whimpering and pulling at her dress skirt. He hid his face, weeping angrily, "What have they done to you? Why have they hurt you so?" His voice shook as he clung to her dress like a child hiding behind his mother. He had been away, and they had hurt her. Left her out in the winter chill to die. It was his fault, but they would pay.
His once weak voice became one of rage, "They'll all pay." He stood and pulled her to him, hugging her tighter than he had ever before. "I'll kill them for hurting you." He buried his face in her hair, "I'll kill them all."
She began to sob deeply, unable to hold in her sorrow any further. "I can't stand to live, anymore."
"Don't say that! You can! You have to!" In a moment, his anger was pushed aside for her.
"I can't deal with what happened, Tate."
"And I can't lose you, Violet! Why would you leave me here all alone?"
She only stared at him silently. He grabbed her by the wrists, "You aren't allowed to go! I'll cling to you like a parasite if I have to!"
"I'm sorry, Tate."
She moved back, his fingers slipping right through her, as if she were smoke. Tate grabbed at her, but caught only air in his fists. He screamed in frustration, "Violet! Don't go! Please!"
She was gone in an instant, leaving him there to hurt. He ran in the direction she had come from, only to slow to a stop and fall back down on his hands and knees. His tears began to blind him as he screamed her name, pulling at his hair and sobbing like a babe.
But she was gone, just like before. He punched the ground with both fists screaming incoherent nonsense as though chanting some form of spell that could bring her back. But it wouldn't. He could scream forever and it would change nothing. Violet was gone.