Way down by the stream

How sweet it will seem

Once more just to dream

In the moonlight

My honey I know (I know)

With the dawn that you will be gone

But tonight you belong to me

-Tonight you belong to me, Patience and Prudence

Rain drop escaped from caramel glass eyes which carried reflections of depression and loyalty. A liquid that matches the sad color of a rose dripped down her pale thin fingers, layering the floor in a small heap. His words echoed through her head, causing her to let out a small cry. The pain that she held in for years escaped through the long line, opening her inside to the world.

Way down by the stream

Soon her ivory skin would stitch itself together, leaving no trace of the gateway's existence. That couldn't happen; it shouldn't happen. A gateway lets her inner thoughts escape. All the anger and sadness she's held in would be let out… But all of her sadness of her loyal guard dog stayed within. He stayed with her, all of his beautiful words staying in her sensitive mind.

All the girl wanted was for him to leave, to go away. She doesn't need him. She shouldn't have him. She can't keep him. All of these thoughts rushed through her head, filling her empty void with his face. If only she forgave instead of scolding.

How sweet it will seem

Once more just to dream

His smile gave her happiness, his memories gave her realization. She wasn't alone in the world when the devil was around. He was a glorious mutt who would do anything for her. She gave him everything; her love, trust, and virginity. And she feels that he over abused it. Well, that was how she felt.

All he was now was an abyss of love, never ending in a beautiful flow. Sweet words that were whispered to her in the night and her love for him could not grow no more.

Her name represented herself; a depressed color with no light to change it. A light came but covered it, the hollow center still there.

He did help her; she could say that, his sad words of regret when he gave her tips of how to physically harm her. He made her stop taking the silver darkness and splitting her white, soft and silky delicacy; a delicacy that he loved to feel.

She knew he cried for her, longed for her love. But that was but a dream. Her love was still there, but her trust has faded.

Violet looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't know her reflection. She was always sad or mad, but Violet has never seen herself this way, a mess with red eyes.

She needed him. Violet couldn't hide it anymore. Although she forced herself to stay away from him for ten years, she needed to see him. His crying stopped seven years ago, so she wasn't able to hear his sad and beautiful voice.

My honey I know, I know

With the dawn you will be gone

Violet stared at her reflection and widened her eyes, screaming and throwing the razor blade at the mess she saw in the mirror. "NO!" Violet heavily breathed as she combed her fingers into her hair, inhaling and exhaling slowly. She looked at the ground and slowly paced in circles. She will not go back to him, not after what he had done. She confessed that she thought he was the one for her, that she wished it could be true.

"IT CAN'T!" Violet ripped her fingers out of her hair, screaming in frustration as hot waterfalls escaped her eyes. She felt her skin grow hot like she was slowly burning herself on the inside. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. She was supposed to get married, live a happy life somewhere in New Orleans, maybe Michigan, somewhere far away from her family. Violet wasn't supposed to fall in love with a ghost. She wasn't supposed to become one herself!

Violet sat against the wall of her bathroom, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her blood mixed with her tears as both dripped onto the floor.

She looked up at the ceiling and whimpered, knowing what she wanted. It was time. He was punished enough. She didn't know if he was in pain, but she wanted him. He was her loyal guard dog and she was the master. Violet bit her bottom lip and got up, she felt her arm stop bleeding and her tears stopped forming.

Violet heard footsteps that rushed to the bathroom door. The doorknob shook but Violet had locked the door. The blonde sighed as she saw her reddened cheeks calm down. "H-Honey?" Her mother knocked on the door and whispered in a worried hushed voice. "Are you okay, Violet?"

She got up slowly and bit her lip, rubbing her eyes with clenched fists. Violet's bottom lip quivered as she made her way back to the mirror, feeling herself calm down. "I dropped the soap and got mad. It's not like I almost killed myself." Violet rolled her eyes, fixing the part in her hair, caramel eyes getting brighter.

"Violet…" Vivien sighed through the door. "Don't make a big deal about that, Violet. You gave me a heart attack. I thought you were… well…"

"Mom, not being raped; and sorry." She crossed her arms, turning towards the door. The dull door that used to be white was now blue, the previous owner having the idea to paint the door on her first day.

"I love you." Vivien said, her voice hushed. Violet heard her mother's fingernails trace the outline of the scratches on the door.

"Love you too… Bye." Violet gulped, eyeing herself again. She waited for her mom to walk off before she opened the door, looking to see if anyone was watching. She quickly ran out of the bathroom and raced down the hallway. His voice echoed in her head again as a tear streamed down her cheek.

Promise me you'll stop. She's coming. I love you. She'll be there. You've been distant, and I don't know what I did wrong. Please don't cry. I painted it black. I know you don't like normal things. She's almost there. I love you. Almost there. I love you. So close. I love you. Opening the door. I love you. Tate.

"Tate!" Violet rushed down the stairs, her eyes getting red as she raced through the doorway, passing child heads in jars. "TATE!"

Violet stopped in the middle of the room, searching for him. He usually was in the corner, clinging to the light he could find. She knew this because Nora would talk to Moira about her problems.

The blonde hated the house. She hated being alone in her room and forced to listen to Kurt Cobain because he loved Nirvana so much. Violet loathed how her father and mother were all of a sudden okay. Everything wasn't full of rainbows, happy suns and unicorns. Her life was made to be filled with mutts, demons, and death. But all misery can create a heartburning love.

She felt eyes on the back of her head. Violet knew who it was and she doubting whether she should do this or not. Violet didn't know how to start this. How could she talk to him after what she said? It's been ten years. She should be 26… But she's still 16, and he's 18. The world for teenagers is a scary place, filled with regret yet amazing memory. Sometimes, people have to forgive the bad to allow the good.

All Violet could say as she turned around, tears in her eyes and her face scrunched in misery and agony was his beautiful name. She walked towards him as his eyes grew wide in disbelief. She started to whimper let out small cries and he rushed forward, engulfing her in a hug that brought warmth to her old dull heart.

But tonight you belong to me

Violet gripped his sweater as she cried into his chest, letting out ten years' worth of built up sadness exhale out of her like a sudden gust of wind. He cried with her, his chin resting on the top of her head while squeezing her, not wanting her to go away again. Tate gave her small kisses on top of her head, his tears rubbing against her silky hair.

"Violet." He spoke gently as he sniffed. The blonde froze and closed her eyes.

For she missed the way he said her name.

"Hi Tate."

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