"Where are we going?" I asked softly as I looked out the window, before turning to look at Tate.
"There's this nice beach, I've been wanting to go for awhile." He explained with a smile, putting his hand on my thigh, softly stroking it with his hand. "I love you, June." he muttered out before looking at me, then back at the road.

I got a blanket in the backseat on my mind,
and a little space that sits beneath the sky.

We finally arrived at the beach.
I let out a small sigh as I laid against Tate, looking at the ocean. "It's beautiful here."
"Mmm." he agreed, leaving a trail of kisses against my neck, making a chill go down my spine.
"Do you love me?"
He sounded like a small child, and It broke my heart.
I turned myself so I could look at him, "Of course I do. I love you so much." I admitted softly, holding his cheek in my hand. "Why do you ask?" I questioned with a small frown.
He let out a small sigh, "You know that I don't like sharing, June." He tsk'd me as If I was the small child, making my frown deepen. "What are you saying?" I felt a lump form in my throat.
I love him, I would never ever,
"You looked pretty comfortable with Kevin a few days ago." he muttered against my neck as his hands found their way to my shoulders. "Tate, you're talking crazy." I let out a small laugh.
"Maybe I am crazy." His voice sounded so..dark, this wasn't my Tate.
His hands was resting against my neck now.
I felt my body go completely still.

The crashing tide can't hide a guilty girl.
With jealous hearts that start with gloss and curls,

He wouldn't. I thought to myself as I tried relaxing in his arms.
"Do you love me?" he asked again, making my tears freely fall now.
"I do, I love you. I love you." I whispered softly as I knew what was coming.
"I love you, more then you know." he mumbled.
And then his hands started squeezing.

I took my baby's breathe beneath the chandelier
Of stars and atmosphere,
Into the midnight show,

I panicked.
I started kicking and struggling against Tate.
"Shhhh." he whispered softly.
My Tate, my beautiful Tate.
"I love you." he sobbed, his tears falling onto my face.
Those were the last words I heard before I died.

If you can keep a secret
Well, baby I can, If you can keep a secret.

WOAAHHHHHHH i been wanting to write this for so long my goodness. This was inspired by Midnight Show from The Killers, I highly recommend listening to it cuz its amazing. I have two more parts for this story inspired by more songs by The Killers!

Let me know if you guys are interested! leave a review, and sorry if theres any mistakes

thanks for reading xxx