The next day, Violet was in her bedroom at her mom's house, laying on her stomach on her bed with her computer in front of her at the foot of the bed. She was grinning from ear to ear with just the simple greeting Tate had left. I'm doing well, Tate. How are you? I love your taste in music. Kurt Cobain is an idol of mine. I love how moody he is.

There was a knock at the door before it opened and Vivien walked in; she saw the out of place grin plastered across her daughter's face and was instantly intrigued. "Violet, hon, what'cha doing?" she cooed. Violet quickly shut down her computer and said it was nothing. Vivien walked over and sat next to her on the bed. "Baby, I thought we had a good relationship?"

Violet's eyes widened. "We do, mom."

Vivien turned her head slightly. "Then why don't you feel comfortable telling me what has you so happy on your computer?"

Sighing, Violet opened her laptop and revealed the picture of Tate she was looking at. "His name is Tate. I know it's crazy, especially since we haven't really had a conversation… Mom, have you ever had a connection with someone that was almost instantaneous?"

Vivien was staring at the picture. "Yes, actually; I felt it with your father at one time. Well, he's very cute. Just be careful, okay? You can't trust people on the internet."

"Mom, you can't trust people in front of you, either."

Vivien sighed and smiled. "True. I trust you with this young man, just be careful. Promise me?" She stood up and started to the door before even getting a response; she knew she could trust Violet.

"Wait," Violet called. Vivien turned around. "Why did you get together with dad? He's such a shithead…"

Vivien ignored Violet's crude choice of words. "He wasn't always that way. At one time, believe it or not, we were in love. He was charming and romantic, and brave…" she trailed off. "I was in love with him… and the thing is when you fall in love, it's kind of like you go crazy. Before you know it the whole world looks different and you'd do anything for the other person." She let out a sigh. "But, people change, Violet. Times change. I don't regret being with your father no matter how much pain he caused me in the end."

"Why not?" Violet couldn't imagine her dad being any of those nice things.

Vivien walked over to the bed and kissed Violet on the top of her head. "Because, baby, without him… there would be no you." She pet Violet's hair before walking out of the room.

Violet let her eyes move back to her laptop, alerting her of a new message. Her heart began pounding as she moved her mouse.

Yeah, he is great. It's a real shame he had to die like that, and leave us with such horrible noise like they have now. What other bands do you like? I don't listen to much aside from grunge music of the '90s. I'm kind of stuck there.

Violet felt her smile widen as she began to respond, giving him a list of bands he might like. They continued to converse back and forth until the wee hours of the morning when Violet fell asleep next to the computer.