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"I had breakfast with my shadow,

We had quite the discussion.

Can you fall in love with the things you only know,

the things you may never touch?"

-"Breakfast with my shadow"- Cloud Cult

You were fourteen the first time you cut yourself.

(While listening to some band wailing about hating their life, parents, themselves.

Such a cliché-god, you were so young back then.)

Slash

Red roses running down your wrist, steel storming your eyes as you told yourself no, no you were fine-

Slash

just fine as you watched your hand make another cut and no this could not be you doing this, perfect Violet with perfect grades and perfect parents and a perfect life-

Slash

…Later, hands shaking as you disinfected the cuts, you realized at least you felt something.

It hurt.

But it was kind of a good hurt.

(Kind of like love, except most people don't associate blood with love. But you're not most people.)


You were sixteen the first time you fell in love.

With eyes like fire and ice (better to see you with my dear),

smile like the sun and sin (better to eat you with my dear) how could you not love him?

Your sweet Tate, he was always there. Offering a cold hand and warm smile, you could almost forget about how he didn't have a shadow.

(Well, of course he didn't. He was the shadow.)

"I thought you weren't afraid of anything!"

Even then, before all the blood that came with truth, even then you were a little afraid.

But you didn't run.

You should have.


You didn't mean to kill yourself.

No, really- you just wanted to sleep,

you were so damn tired all the time, you just wanted to rest, to forgetforgetforget.

Learning your boyfriend is a psychopathic mass murderer

who, by the way, is also a ghost, could take a toll on any girl.

"It's you and me Violet, for always."

And you looked at him and thought-you had never seen anything so beautiful.

(They say the devil is beautiful. You didn't believe it until it was too late.)


Being dead isn't so bad.

In the beginning, when you learned he raped Mom,

everything was raw and cold and dark,

"I thought you were like me Tate, attracted to the darkness.

But Tate, you are the darkness."

But with Mom holding your hand and Dad laughing besides you,

you can almost forget

that you hate him

that you love him.

"Good-bye Tate."

But hey, time is weird in The House.

You can wait.

You have forever, after all.

I love Tate and Violet, just as much as I hate that they can't be together. Reviewers receive hugs and chocolate-chip cookies.