Violet had finally left the attic and she hadn't seen Tate in days. She wondered how he was coping with all of this. He was finally feeling okay when Hayden had to bring his safe world crashing down. Violet would go along with anything if it could help Tate come back to his senses. For years it was okay, he was okay, but then the time took a toll on his memory. He forgot everything, except his homicidal tendencies. For years it was the two of them snuggling in the bed she died in, right next the spot where he bled out. Their "life" wasn't the best, there were still fight now and then but it didn't matter. It was the best life they could have had now.
That day when Violet woke up and he was gone, he wasn't going to come back. He seemed so happy the few times she saw him. He'd smile like he hadn't hurt a fly, yet, and he would kill the other ghosts like they were his firsts. She couldn't take that away from him. At least one of them deserved to feel that way, and she didn't believe it was her.
So the night when she finally felt normal again, when Tate was hiding somewhere and she was just coming back inside from a midnight smoke, it happened again.
"You aren't going to leave me out in the cold are you?"
That was when she realized that this was her hell. The perfect nightmare masterly crafted for her. A perfect life with Tate, so she could realize what she would really miss. He would start to fade and she'd be sad and let him. She would play along no matter what pain it caused her. She'd tell herself things were perfect again, but then they'd only fall apart because that was the way it would have to be. She wasn't allowed to have a perfect life, or anything close to it. After that the cycle would renew and start again. She would find herself haunted by his guest appearances, a few which got steamy, and have to repeat it all over again.
The pain of losing him again and again would demand to be felt every time. So when he asked, "You aren't going to leave me out in the cold are you?" she let the realization stream down her cheeks and her face would get puffy and she would go through hell again and again.