from the love to the lightning
I really shouldn't be writing all these new Violate stories when I still have to finish some of my other fics, but what can a girl do when she has all these ideas flying around in her head? I think I'll make this story a series of mini oneshots which are all so short that they have no real purpose to them other than it's fun to write. I probably won't update regularly, just when I get inspired.
IMPORTANT NOTE: I'm abroad, on holidays, and what I intended to be two weeks became almost four, so with limited internet connection I might not be able to update the beginning is the end is the beginning for a while, especially since after this week I won't have access to a laptop or a computer. I'll try to update once at least this week, but if it doesn't come together, I just wanted you to know.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
what dies in the house
If she wants to be poetic she'll say the reason she still loves Tate is the house.
After all, what dies in the house, stays in the house. Her love for him died in the house, the moment the truth came out: he was her mother's rapist.
Blind rage.
The only emotion she recalls feeling in that moment and in the next few, and it completely suffocates whatever romantic feelings she had for him.
Her love dies.
Then it comes back to life, like she did and he did and everyone else did, but now they are all just ghosts of their former selves, lost little souls, and so is her love. Because there's betrayal too, and pain and suffering, and the blind rage decides to stick around too, and all these emotions push her love to the background. It fades in comparison.
It fades but it never disappears. It fades but then it comes back just as strong as before, only to fade again. It fades, but that's just her brain, trying to tell her to stop loving the boy who is the worst choice she's ever made.
It fades but maybe it doesn't.
I said I'll only update this if I'm inspired and I already have an idea for a next one, so you can keep an eye open for it :)
Love,
Kathy