Tate was looking through the window. The house has been empty. Thoughts about the past were invading his mind and making him feel hurt. The voice of his past was now calling his name but nothing about it interested Tate anymore. Not even the chance he had to see the light of the sun. Everything went down when Violet sent him away. The meaning of him being on earth, of this house and the trap that kept him captive here. Everything was nothing.
Tate looked around when the door behind him opened. It was Violet, the only light of his eyes. The only one he loved with his life, if he could call what he had a life. He gulped and stayed there waiting for her to say something. She looked so fragile and broken. All Tate wanted was to hug her tight, never letting her go. “Violet?” he asked when she said nothing, when she did nothing but to stare at him with watery eyes. “Is everything Okay?” he asked worried now. His voice was full of worry, he wanted to know what was happening.
Violet couldn’t help but be pulled towards that certain room. It was the room she knew Tate would most likely be in. She wasn’t sure why she was moving towards it — but at the same time, she did. She still loved Tate, she wouldn’t deny it, but she had originally sent him away after finding out about his horrific deeds. It seemed as though a mysterious force was now controlling Violet as she didn’t hesitate to pull open the door.
Stepping inside, her daze continued as she just stared at the dirty blonde haired boy who stood across the room, watching her too. Tate’s voice broke her out of the reverie suddenly, pulling her back into the reality of where she was — who she was in a room with. The dreaded Murder House, of all places. Violet quickly slapped a hand to her face as she realised her eyes felt watery. It had been one of those days, where she felt hopelessly lost in the void of darkness. ”I—” she whispered, cutting herself off. Violet had banished him after all, hadn’t she? Was she really ready to forgive him, or even be near him? Much less talk to him?
”Fine,” she muttered, taking a small step back as she warily kept her eyes on him.
Tate stared at her as she muttered something, she muttered the worst words she could have told him. Fine, those words were always so full of pain. He knew it because he knew her. He looked at her as she walked backwards. “I’m always here for you Violet. I’ll wait forever if I have to. There is no pressure. But remember, I love you and you can trust me” he said the words trying her best not to cry. His eyes all teary and he knew how hard this was for her. It wasn’t like she would come and say, I forgive you. Forgiving meant waiting until she decides it. Even though if she doesn’t even forgive him he will always wait for her. She was the only light he has known.
He took a step forward, toward her direction. “I’m always here if you need me Violet” he repeated. He wanted to let her clear that he was there for her no matter what. He looked down, he felt how the tears came down but he was never afraid of crying in front of her. He looked up and tried to compose himself for her sake. “I love you Violet” he said as tears rolled down his tears. “I know you don’t believe it, but… is true” he said brushing his hair and smiling a little, but the tears made it visible he was hurting.
“I’ll wait until your heart is ready.” he said turning around to his before position, looking at the window. He felt so bad, he wanted to cry so badly and he wanted to make her feel better. Not that lonely but since the house was empty they were all lonely.
Tate was looking through the window. The house has been empty. Thoughts about the past were invading his mind and making him feel hurt. The voice of his past was now calling his name but nothing about it interested Tate anymore. Not even the chance he had to see the light of the sun. Everything went down when Violet sent him away. The meaning of him being on earth, of this house and the trap that kept him captive here. Everything was nothing.
Tate looked around when the door behind him opened. It was Violet, the only light of his eyes. The only one he loved with his life, if he could call what he had a life. He gulped and stayed there waiting for her to say something. She looked so fragile and broken. All Tate wanted was to hug her tight, never letting her go. “Violet?” he asked when she said nothing, when she did nothing but to stare at him with watery eyes. “Is everything Okay?” he asked worried now. His voice was full of worry, he wanted to know what was happening.
