Tate's POV
"Violet, she hates me, yet I still love her. Why do I do this to myself?" Tate thought to himself. Tears started to trickle down his face. He wiped it quickly with his torn sleeves of his sweater. "Fuck. I'm getting emotional again." He gets up and decided to walk around the house. No one can see him. He remembers all the things he's done with Violet. When she was his. Tate stops deadly in his tracks as he saw Violet laughing with her younger brother, his son's twin. His eyes started to swell and tear up again. They were playing together, like siblings do. He regretted it, he regrets everything he's done. All those murders, rape. "Violet, i'm sorry! I regret it!" he shouted at Violet who's across the room. She couldn't hear any of those words.
A couple weeks ago Violet told Tate to go away, and he did. Tate couldn't let her go. He tried. "Why is this so hard to bear? I love her...so much. Too fucking much. She's just the most beautiful girl I've ever met. She's unique, like a black rose. She's not contaminated by all those bullshit out in this dirty world, y'know?" Tears stream down his face uncontrollably. He went out the house to calm himself down. He takes out his box of cigarettes that was given to him from Violet. That was the last smoke. Tate puts it between his lips and lighted it. "Hello." he heard a voice behind him. Tate turns around and it was Violet's brother. "Who are you?" he asked. "I can't tell you that but I can tell you that I've lived here before. How's that?" Tate answered. "Okay, well I'm Jeffery and I'm living here in this house with my family." "Do you wanna play?" Jeffery says. "Lets play cards, since that's the only thing I know." Tate laughs.
Violet's POV
"I can't stop thinking about it. He's such bullshit. How could he do that to me, to my mom." Violet thinks to herself. "At least I can be here with my family, especially with Jeffery." Violet goes to the bathroom to cut herself. It has became an addiction ever since Tate and her broke up. She keeps remembering Tate at the door and telling her to "Cut vertically. They can't stitch that up." every time she enters the bathroom. The pain of the sharp razor cutting her soft skin numbs her emotions. Her arm were filled with scars. Violet went to her room to relax and listen to her favorite songs. Her brother comes in sits next to her. "I met someone new today. I've never seen him around before. He didn't wanna tell me his name but he said that he lived here before." Jeffery said. "What does he look like?" Violet asked Jeffery worriedly. "From what i remember he has wavy blonde hair, wore a sweater, blue ripped jeans and i think he was smoking. Oh, and he taught me how to play cards! It was so fun!"
All the blood from Violet's face started to drain. She felt nauseous and dizzy. It's as if someone kicked her in the stomach really hard. "J-Jeffery, can we talk some other time? I'm not feeling so good right now." Violet said. She pushed her brother out of the room and ran to the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror. "Shit. Shit. Shit" she keeps repeating those words in her head as she washed her face. She looked up and for a split second she saw Tate smiling behind her. She turns around and looked behind her as fast as she could. "What the fuck? I'm going crazy." her voice were trembling.
Violet goes back to her room and hid under her covers. She was breathing heavily. Sweat started to drip down her face. Everything was dead silent, not even the sound of the wind blowing. "I'll wait, forever, even if i have to." Violet heard a voice in the corner of her room. She knew who it was as soon as she heard the voice. Violet's trembly hands slowly pushed off the covers from her head to look around. There he was, standing at the edge of her bed, crying. Violet's eyes started to tear up. She felt this strange feeling in her heart. She hates him so much but at the same time she loves him. Feeling confused, stressed she started to bawl. Tate tried to touch her but she flinched. He just stood there and said "I'm so, so, sorry for everything I did. I really mean it, Violet." and as he said that he dissapears. Violet looks up and then hid herself under the covers again. She fell asleep crying, repeating those words again and again in her head.
The next morning, she quickly went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and swollen badly from the night before. "Was it all just a bad dream?" she asked herself. She simply couldn't believe it. When she came back to her room she found a letter on her nightstand. "To my dearest, Violet" it says on the paper.
" Hey Violet. I keep thinking about you. I know you still hate me, so I'll go away forever if you want me to. But thats never going to change my feelings for you. I love you Vi. You're the only person who understands me. I know i'm a psychopath. I don't deserve anything good. Again, I love you so, so fucking much Violet. Goodbye."
Violet ran outside whilist crying and shouted "Tate! Tate! Don't you dare go away from me! I have forgiven you but not forgotten about it. I dont hate you so much anymore. Why now? Why didn't you come sooner?" Violet desperate to hear his answer. Nothing but silence filled the empty void. Violet felt someone tap on her shoulders. "Nothing makes me happier than hearing those words from your mouth." Violet hugs Tate as hard as she could. Tears spilling out from both of their eyes. "You're such bullshit. I love you so much. Tate." Violet smiled in content. "I was scared. I was depressed and I hated myself. Now, its just pure.. ecstacy. You're the light to my darkness Violet. I know it's cheesy but its the truth. I felt so lost without you. Every day was just a passing. Nothing mattered then but it does now."
Tate picked me up and kissed me hard. I kissed him back and then somehow it turned to french kissing. The next thing I know I was on top of him, on my bed. We were both laughing. "Wait, can ghosts get pregnant?" Tate asked. "What the fuck? No thats bullshit. Were dead, remember?" I said. He carressed my skin just like the first time. His touch, ever so delicate yet rough at the same time. It felt amazing. We ended up doing it a couple more rounds. That was how bad we were deprived of each other. We layed in the bed together, tired. At least, he was tired. "Y'know let's just forget about the past. We'll just start a fresh new start. Hopefully." I said. "Are you sure? I mean I feel so .. shitty lying to you and you know, your mom."