Tate had not been up in the attic in a long time. Violet stayed up there because with eternity to waste it blinked by like a minute. She started to wonder if he still had her "death" on his mind. She had to admit though; she kind of liked being his play toy.
"Vi! Violet!" his all too familiar voice bellowed up the stairs and was too soon followed by his form. "Violet, oh god. I'm so sorry I killed you. I'm sorry I killed all those people. And for everything I've done to you. Oh, fuck, Vi." Tears coated his cheeks and his eyes appeared to burn with sorrow.
"T-Tate? How do you remember that?" Her voice was shaky with emotion. "You forgot everything." He grabbed onto her and forced his face into her shoulder. He felt her chest start to shake as well.
"Aw, look at the pity party we have up here." Hayden's voice was worse than nails on a chalkboard to Violet.
"What are you doing here?" Vi whined.
"Oh, just here to make sure lover boy didn't forget what I reminded him of on his walk up here."
"You fucking bitch!" Violet felt her heart breaking. She never wanted Tate to have to remember, not if he didn't want to. His subconscious was keeping the truth from him for a reason. Maybe he wasn't mentally stable enough and now he was falling to pieces in her arms. "Go. Away," she forced the syllables out. She watched Hayden vanish and then Tate too. "No, not you Tate." She fell to a pile of almost all clothes and her fragile body. "No.."