Tate and Violet have reached an understanding-or Violet doesn't send him away and Tate doesn't try so hard.
Scrabble, watching her sleep, and reading together is all perfectly okay. (But using turns to make love poems, getting caught and reading aloud Keats Collected Works is not.)
You see, they keep falling and falling into something you could call love.
Only, she is untrusting and overly curious, and he is clingy and overly thoughtful and it works because they don't.
Because of that their conversations consist of: "Why did you do it Tate?"
"Do what?" He likes to avoid this question a lot.
She pretends to make threats that glide off the tip of her tongue and taste like bittersweet hatred that comes out sounding like: "Go awa-"
So he pretends that the question is vaguer than it is, "I killed the gays because they were fucking annoying." Tate Langdon has killed so many things that they could play this game forever (and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever…)
Both of them know that there's only room for one murderous dead teenager in this house, for them, it is easy to fall into a reversal of roles, because Tate will let that be her, because Violet lets a rage that burns with the unforgiving intensity of white hot fire with a thirst for destruction consume her, while Tate is so not impressed and wants to cut the bullshit.
Eventually things get better before they get worse; just being near her makes you sweat because you're about to get burned.
"Violet you said that I'm the darkness and that you're attracted to the darkness."
"Shut up Tate."
"So you're attracted to me!"
"Go away Tate!"
Sometimes he leaves with a broken heart and sweaty skin from being too close to an open flame. Though other times he is not so lucky.
"Why'd you do it Tate?" She likes to ask this question a lot.
"Do wha-t"
The bowl connects with his head before he has time to pop the t. then she's there, all white rage, and there's this cracking sound that could be his head-it's his head,and when her rage becomes too exhausting to carry on she cries and waits for him to stop bleeding so god damn much.
When he wakes up from dying, he finds her crying. She doesn't cry much, only when she kills him, only when her rage becomes too much for her to hold on to. Tate moves to hold Violet and is elated that she is letting him, he is not always so lucky, though he tries not to break this paper thin girl the way she likes to break his skull, into lots of pieces that jut out from the skin.
"I killed you," Is gasped out between broken sobs and bloodstained hands trying to put a broken boy back together.
"It's okay Vi, I love you."
They'll burn each other up until they're nothing-but they're like their time and they'll last forever(…and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever ands ever and ever and ever and ever -
FIN
Authors Note: thank you so much for reading this. This is actually a much needed revised repost, something I'll be doing with all of my stories actually. I tried to incorporate the title in the story a bit, not just by like, bluntly putting it in there, but you know, incorporating it. And if you've nerve listed to Hold Onto What you Believe In by Mumford& Sons, I highly recommend it. (it's only my favorite band but whatevs you know) Thank you so much again for reading and please leave a review telling me what you think (especially if you read this story before I made revisions!)