Gasps echoed throughout Violet's bedroom as her and Tate showed their love for each other for definitely not first time that day.

"I love you so much, Violet," Tate whispered in her hair as they both came down from their highs. She just nodded in response and reached for her pack of cigarettes. He fell to the side of her and watched the way she exhaled the smoke. He was fearful of being sent away, which was usually the way times like this ended. She turned and smiled at him. He knew how she got pleasure from his pain and as much as he wanted to please her, sometimes he just wanted to stay with her after she used him.

"Tate?" It was the first thing she had said to him since she appeared in the doorway for her obvious reasons. She sucked in more smoke through her thin lips. "I don't want you to go away anymore."

"Does this mean you forgive me?" He quickly inquired. She just giggled at his eagerness to be around her. She had come to terms with the fact that she needed him and as much as she wanted to continue denying it, she couldn't. She hadn't spoken to her parents in years and it's not like they came looking for her ever. It didn't matter anymore that they were all dead. She didn't care. She didn't care if her parents forgave him, nor did she wish they would. It gave her a rush knowing how bad she was being and 30 years of death hadn't made her more companionate.

"I can't live without you," she confessed as they burst into laughter. She stared into his eyes and snuggled closer to him. Her body since she had died was always so cold yet somehow he managed to stay at a normal body temperature. Things would be better from now on. Not caring had always made violets life better. She reached up to press her lips too his. Thing would be perfect, she thought.

As the weeks went on Violet saw less and less of Tate and he began coming less when she called for him. Her suspicions were high and she couldn't stand not mentioning it.

"Tate, where have you been the past week?"

"Just here… with you." She detected a small amount of nervousness in his voice.

"Really? You wouldn't ever lie to me again, right? You wouldn't do anything to risk our relationship again?" She felt his body tense up against hers and she knew that something was wrong.

"Vi, why would you think that?" he all but yelled at her. She sat up and scooted in front of him. "What are you implying?"

"Why are you getting so defensive if it's nothing? You haven't been around at all and when you are you never want to have sex anymore. What happened? Did you suddenly lose your sex drive? I know you can't go more than two days without going crazy. Tell me what's going on. Am I not enough for you? Are you just getting off by yourself?" she could feel tears form in her eyes at the accusation she was making.

"Violet…" he whispered. "I love to have sex with you but we don't have to do it all the time. I thought you'd think I was just using you and I'd never want you to think that."

"Bullshit, Tate. That is bullshit! You and I both know it! Tell me what you've been up to." She pulled her arms around her body shielding herself from him.

"I have to go," Tate blurted and before she could protest he vanished. Violet just sat there for a while then slowly curled up under the covers. Tears began pouring from her eyes as the pain settled in. After all Tate went through to get her back why would he cheat on her? He practically worshiped her, he couldn't do that, could he? Violet sighed and decided she should sleep on it.

She woke in the middle of the night to find a pair of arms draped around her. She spun around to see Tate laying there with his eyes closed.

"Tate." His eyes opened slowly and apologetic words formed on his lips. "Go away."