My name is Violet Harmon. I tried to kill myself by overdosing myself with pills. Tate Langton the love of my life, tried to save me. He didn't want me to end up like him, a mere ghost in the wind. But I wanted to be like him. I wanted to be with him forever. No secrets from my parents. I tried to forget the part that I was dead, though.
I woke up in my new bed. Tate had found an abandoned house for him and I to live in. I looked over at him. He smiled and pulled my on top of him. "Violet, my Violet." He says smiling. I lean in and kiss him. He kisses me harder and makes me smile. I stand up. He pouts. "You stood up…" he says fake-pouting so he can get more of me. I laugh. "Fine." I say, and land on top of him, kissing him passionately. He moans and goes on top of me, and I breathe fast. We have like this weird Edward/Bella relationship, where I freak out whenever I'm in his presence. He's gorgeous. Absolutely perfect. I breathe fast as he hovers over me with his shirt off, smiling that beautiful smile. "You still get the feeling…" He says smirking, proud, obviously of his powers over me. I nod quickly. "Yes." I burst. "Yeah, I get it a lot." I say laughing lightly. He bends down and kisses my neck. I'm pretty sure I'm hyperventilating by now, but I can't hear over my pounding heart. La-dump. La-dump. It quickens. Tate kisses me more, and I kiss him back. And if you're wondering how my heart's beating, it's complicated. It's like a dead heart, some shit like that. Tate explained it once, but I wasn't really listening. I feel Tate kissing my shoulder now, and I push him up. "No more. Yet. I wanna freshen up, and besides, I might explode." I say laughing. He chuckles and slides over. "I'll be waiting for you." He says. I smile and get up, walking into the bathroom right next door our room. I look in the mirror and shudder at my gruesome appearance. I wash my face and brush my hair. No one can see me, unless they're dead, so I'm not really impressing that many people. I then turn on the shower and I hear Tate shuffling around, and I laugh to myself. I let the water run down my back, and hear the door open. I stop moving and listen, and I feel someone standing right outside the door. "Tate?" I ask. It's Tate. He steps in the shower, and I get shock. The look on my face was probably insane. "TATE?" I screech. "Calm down, Violet." He says chuckling, and stepping closer. I swallow hard and let him. "But-" I say. He shushes me and puts his hand over my mouth. "Look at me." He says smiling. I look at him. "Can I speak now?" he asks. I nod. He moves his hand and starts to kiss me. I'm surprised he's ready to go this far, but I kiss him back. He pushes me against the shower wall and kisses my shoulders. "Tate…" I sputter, not sure what to do. "I can't handle you like this… it's too much." He looks at me. I sigh.
We're sitting in bed now. Tate is staring at his phone, and I'm looking at the ceiling. "I'm sorry." I say. He looks over at me. "Violet, don't you EVER say that. You'll do it when you can be… calm around me." He says smiling. I can tell he's trying not to laugh. I stagger breathe. "What-what if I am ready?" I say, looking at him. He shakes his head. "Violet.." he says stretching my name. It's my turn to shush him now. "No, Tate." I say, rolling on top of him. "I want to." He smiles and kisses me softly, and I try hard to control myself. It works. I kiss him harder and pull off his shirt, and he smirks and realizes I'm serious. I run my fingers through his hair and smile, and he goes on top of me. He starts to unbuckle my pants.