Violet woke up peacefully the next morning. For once there was no screaming or crying like there normally was. She had awoken from such a deep sleep that she totally forgot the events of the previous day until her eyes grew fixed on Tate who was dead asleep next to her. He looked peaceful too. She knew he rarely slept, so she was glad he was finally getting a break. His clothes were still on; thank god. As much as she wanted to go that far with Tate again, she was thankful they hadn't picked last night to do it. She wasn't in her right mind yet, so she felt that the best option was to wait. That was going to be hard.

She was still conflicted. She didn't know whether or not she had made the right decision to forgive Tate. She lay silent in bed for several minutes just thinking. She shouldn't feel guilty for wanting him. If he made her happy, then who cares what anyone else thought? Her parents had basically forgotten about her, so she didn't care what they might have to say about it. They were the only people who wouldn't like her being with Tate; none of the other ghosts cared. She finally came to the conclusion that she would just let herself be happy. She deserved that. After all, four years is a long time to punish yourself.

Even after deciding this though, she couldn't help but feel a little strange. She knew it was already fucked up to date a dead teenager who was a ghost stuck in her house. But to learn that the same dead teenager she hooked up with shot fifteen people at school, killed the gay couple who happened to live in this house before her, and raped her mother to give his ghost mom the baby and still want to be with him seemed like a new low for her. She pushed these thoughts aside and decided that she didn't care how fucked up that was and she didn't care how fucked up she was. Every single one of the ghosts in the murder house have done things they regret in their lives. Why should Tate be the only one to get punished?

Hayden slept with a married man that ended up getting her pregnant. Hugo cheated on his wife with the house maid, Moira. Charles and Nora set up a strange clinic for the stars that resulted in the kidnapping, death, and rebirth of their baby. And let's not forget Larry's wife who burned herself and her children alive after receiving knowledge of her husbands affair with Constance. Who does that? She has no room to judge though. She fell for a dead, psychotic, mother raping, child murdering, teenage boy. And if that's not enough, she overdosed on sleeping pills and killed herself when she found out all the things he did. Wow, the more times she says that to herself the more idiotic she feels.

She saw that Tate's eyes were moving under his lids. He was dreaming. She wanted to know what about. Her maybe? Death came with a lot of cool tricks, but unfortunately mind reading wasn't one of them. Bummer. She hoped it was a good dream, though. She was starting to feel really guilty about what she made him go through. Despite the terrible things he did, he punished himself more than necessary. And even if she said she had hated him, she really hadn't. She still couldn't stand to see him hurt. Except for at the beginning, when she first sent him away. Those first few months she could care less what happened to him. She had every right to hate him. But, as time went on, her feelings for him came back. They came back even stronger than they had appeared the first time. That's when she started to feel weak. That's when she mentally decided she was eventually going to forgive him. Tate couldn't have picked a better time to appear to her than when he did. Because by the time he did, she had already forgiven him. She just had to say the words.

She had drifted off back into a deep slumber during her thoughts and was startled awake at the feeling of a hand on her thigh. It was his. Obviously. He was tracing meaningless shapes on her skin with his finger. This made her shiver and open her eyes slightly to see if he was awake and aware of what he was doing. He was. He was staring at her; smiling. She opened her eyes the rest of the way and smiled back at him. Things almost seemed right again.

"How did you sleep?" He said. He was trying to make conversation. Even though they were technically back together, things were going to be different than before. They were basically starting from scratch.

"Amazing actually. I haven't slept like that since before we-" She stopped dead in her tracks. She was about to compare her sleep to their brutal breakup. Her gaze dropped to the bedsheets that lay under them. She didn't know what to say.

"Hey. Hey, violet look at me." He took her chin in his hand, tilting her head up slightly to meet his genuinely sympathetic gaze.

"It's okay. I know you had a hard time. If you need to talk about it, you know I'll listen. Now that we're back together I don't want to keep anything from each other. No more secrets. Okay?"

"Okay." She said lightly. "But I don't think I'm going to take you up on that offer. I doubt you'll enjoy hearing me talk about how much I hated you when I found out what you did."

This time it was his gaze that dropped. "Yeah you know you're probably right. I know I said I understood why you hated me, but I don't think I could handle listening to you say those things to my face. It would break me. You can talk to me about anything else, though. I'm here for you always Violet."

"I know. Thanks, Tate." She was holding back tears. She didn't know where they came from, but after a few seconds she couldn't hold them back any longer. Her emotional floodgates came crashing open and before she knew it she was back to her old habits again. Crying and looking for any air she could find to give her lungs a reprieve.

"Tate I'm so sorry for what I put you through. I was selfish and stupid and-"

"You do not get to apologize, Violet. None of this is your fault. Okay? You can't blame this on anyone but me. I understand why you did what you did, and It's okay. All that matters is this. Right here and right now. We are together again. We are happy again. Aren't you happy, violet?"

"Yes. I'm so happy. There is nothing more I could ever want except you. I feel stupid for ever letting you go. I'll never leave you again. Promise me you'll never leave me. I don't know if I could handle it if we separated again."

"I swear I will never ever leave your side violet. As long as you want me, I will never leave. Not ever. I never wanted to in the first place, believe me. I was just doing what you wanted. I'll always do what you want Violet. Your the only thing I have ever cared about and loved in my afterlife."

Violet's smile was genuine. It was real, unlike the toothless grins she gave her parents when she was alive and depressed as ever.

She sat up and hopped out of bed. She had slept in her clothes and she was starting to get uncomfortable. She made her way to the closet and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. She quickly changed into the new clothes and turned to face Tate.

"So, what do you want to do today?" He asked when she turned to look at him. He was curious to see what their first day back together was going to consist of, and he was trying to avoid any awkward silences.

Violet walked over to Tate who was sat upright in her bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her. She let her lips linger slightly over his, barely touching.

"This." She whispered before pressing her lips against his. His lips were slightly chapped, but she loved the feel of them on her own. She normally hated perfect, but in her mind Tate was her definition of perfect. Every odd or different thing about him was her favorite thing about him. His flaws attracted her, they always had. She felt like they were made for each other. Boy was cupid more fucked up than she thought. What a perfectly unperfect and fucked up relationship.

The minute they touched sparks flew through their bodies igniting a passion they both hadn't felt since the last time they were together. Tate smiled into the kiss. He had been waiting far too long for this day to come, and now that it was finally here he couldn't be happier. He placed his hand on her waist and pulled her into his lap. Once there, she shifted a few times to get comfortable before placing her hand over his chest to steady herself. His hands mimicked hers. One ended up on the small of her back, and the other cupped her cheek.

When they were together before, their kisses were always sweet, long, and loving because they had all the time in the world it seemed like. This time their kisses were fast and needy like they were in a rush to show each other how much they loved one another before time ran out. Truth be told she liked both, but these kisses let her know that she was what he wanted. What he craved. What he needed. It was ironic actually. That their kissing patterns were basically switched when it came to the amount of time they actually had. They didn't seem to care all that much though.

She slowly moved her hand up under his shirt to feel the soft skin of his stomach. Tate's mouth moved slowly from Violet's lips to her neck and started placing light kisses there. He knew she loved when he did that. She really loved where this was going, but when he started to pull at the hem of shirt she knew it was going to far. She knew he was trying to rid her of it, and even though she wanted nothing for to be rid of her shirt (and all her clothes for that matter) she wanted to stick to her previous plan of death sexual abstinence for now. Haha. Her conscience laughed at her for thinking she could go even one more day without ending up naked in bed next to him. She was determined to prove it wrong though.