Violet sat on the edge of her bed, she missed Tate, but she couldn't pin why. He had hurt her, but not directly. She still loved him. She was tearing her hair out trying not to take him back, but it was so tempting. He was kind whenever they spoke, never bitter. Why couldn't he be an ass about it and justify the breakup? She screamed in frustration. She looked down, she saw a photo she had forgotten she took. It was the both of them smiling like fools. She remembered that day
"Look what I found under your bed." Tate said grinning, he was holding a small camera "Give that back!" she yelled playfully as he searched through the photos on it "Why? You got dirty pics on here or somethin'?" she turned bright red, trying to snatch the camera "I was just kidding, do you?" he chuckled "No!" she said, grabbing the camera from his hands. He was laughing at her so she took his picture, he stopped laughing and grabbed it back, taking hers. They fought like that for about fifteen minutes until they called a truce, taking a shared picture, his hair was flopped in his face and they were both laughing.
Violet held back tears, the sight of his goofy smile was too much for her. She melted into sobs. She shoved the picture in a box, taking it up to the attic. She tried to balance it, but caused several others to fall. One landed on her foot, causing her yelp. She looked down at the box that caused the injury, it was marked TATE. it must've been there since before they moved in, she reasoned. She opened the box, going through it. She looked behind her, feeling guilty as she rifled. She found a notebook that looked fairly new, inside were doodles of flowers, birds, and her name. She thought it was odd he would even draw these things, until she came to the poems.
The name I whisper to myself to feel safe
My own personal heaven
Beauty
Laughter
Violet.
Part of her wanted to laugh, but the other part was genuinely touched, she looked further in the box, finding a small velvet square. A ring box, she opened it, seeing a large ring with a diamond carved into a violet. She covered her mouth "Holy shit!" she examined the ring.
"I was going to give that to you when you were ready." she jumped, seeing Tate standing behind her "guess that's never now."
she scooted the box away "How long have you been standing there?" she asked "Long enough to be humiliated." she looked at the ring in her hand and smiled weakly "was this like a promise ring or something?" he shook his head. Her eyes widened "Were you going to-?" she couldn't even finish her sentence. She had tears streaming down her face "I was gonna, but you kinda hate me now-" she wrapped him in a hug "I could never hate you." he returned the hug, hesitantly. It had been what felt like an eternity since she held him. "Well you sure don't like me." she kissed him "shut up" he slowly returned the kiss "Are you still mad?" she bit her lip "I'll always be upset about that, but you didn't do it to hurt me.." "of course not! The stupid voices they-" she put her finger on his lips "Let me finish, I'll always be upset, but I'm not mad" he just stared at her "That made no sense" she giggled and kissed him again. He wasn't going to admit it, but he was really enjoying this. She fiddled with the ring, handing it to him. "Go ahead and ask." he looked down at it, afraid that this would just be a trick so she could reject him. He slowly got on one knee "Marry me?" he asked, he was sweating, making it more awkward. She smiled at him "Yes" he smiled, his heart fluttering. He slipped it on her finger "Vi?" he asked as she looked at the colors of the ring dance in the light "Yeah?" "Why'd you change your mind?" she smiled and answered honestly "I didn't, you did."