Late Nights.

Ch.10 ~ Light.

I didn't think I could be attracted to the light again. I didn't think it was possible after being surrounded by the darkness for so long. This boy. He was the light. He had so much to see and so much to hear. He hadn't been tainted the way I had. He was the light except he wasn't. He could be dark if he wanted to. I could tell. Yet I could also tell that he isn't the same dark that I'm used to. He's the pleasant dark, not the painful kind. He's the perfect mix of both. He was a good boy that knew just when to be bad. He was as perfect as they get. "Violet, what's with you, like what's that thing, um the thing that makes you you?" I looked at him quizzically.

"You mean my story?" He shot up right.

"Yeah, yeah that's it. So what is yours?" I smiled, I had thought about this. I obviously had to lie. I had never died. I had never lived in this house. I had never experienced its horrors. I was Violet Harmon, the girl from down the street.

"Well I moved out here a few years back because my filthy Dad cheated on my Mom, that had just had a miscarriage, with one of his students. So it was kind of a last attempt to save their marriage. I suppose it worked so we still live here and I casually let myself into people's houses uninvited on a daily basis." I winked at him and he laughed.

"You're an interesting kind V, and I think I like it, I like it a lot." I smiled and asked him the question he had previously asked me. "I used to live in New York but my Dad got transferred here to teach in some school so of course my Mom uprooted and took me with them once again to another strange neighborhood to start over. I suppose they liked this place and its price so we moved in and then I caught some random weirdo touching all of my stuff in my bedroom." I laughed.

"So I came off as a weirdo to you?" He looked down and then back up at me.

"No, the opposite really. I found it strange that a pretty girl had let herself into my bedroom. I was intrigued." I blushed.

"At least I'm not too weird." We sat there all afternoon. Lying on his bed that sat in the same place as mine. Listening to music that sounded the same as mine. Sitting in the same room that used to be mine, but it wasn't anymore.

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I had found that it was easy to lie to him. That hurt. The fact that I understood how Tate had so easily lied to me. The fact that I was doing the same to Brandon. Beautiful Brandon with his dark brown hair and eyes to match. With his intentions all of which were pure. His perfect balance of darkness and light. He was the stability that Tate never was. He was the guy I would've met if I hadn't met Tate. This all could have been possible if Tate hadn't ruined me. If only I could make things right. "Don't do this Violet." His voice was dark.

"What Tate? What shouldn't I do?" He stepped closer behind me until his chest hit my back.

"You know that you don't regret me. You know that you loved me. You know you don't want to forget it." He was wrong. I didn't know anymore. I haven't known since he lied.

"But Tate. I don't know. Maybe if you weren't so fucked up I wouldn't be second guessing you, second guessing us." I took an unsteady breath trying to calm myself down. It didn't work."I think you're weak." He began to scream as both of us began to fill with rage.

"You know I can't help it! I never chose to be this way, who would? I've killed harmless people, I've killed horrible people. I've raped your Mom, and I've fallen in love with you. Out of all that chaos I found you, the most perfect thing I've ever laid eyes on." My tears began to fall like water from a dripping tap, slowly building up until they could no longer hold on.

"You know what you did was wrong, I'm glad I could help you see that, but Tate, you ruined me and you know that too. I just can't take that pain anymore and I think I'd rather say goodbye to you than try and live through it all again." He began to sob like he had many times before.

"No, Violet please, please you love me, don't do this to me again." By now I had stopped crying, coming to the realization that what I was doing would help us both in the long run. He would realize that too, soon enough.

"Go away Tate." He became panicked and began to scream.

"No Violet! Please, not yet, not yet!"

"Go away Tate." I fought through the lump in my throat and persisted on. His screams had become incoherent as he slowly disappeared and I blocked him out.

"Go away Tate." I whispered as the atmosphere fell into silence.

I herd the keys jangle in the door. I quickly wiped my tears and headed to the basement to 'let myself in' as Brandon arrived home from school. I walked up to his room to find him sitting on his bed, looking at his phone with one headphone in his ear. He looked up seeing me at his door and concern instantly hit his face. He pulled out his headphones and motioned for me to sit down. "What's going on V?" He asked as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"I had to say goodbye to somebody I loved today." I quietly spoke.

"Who was it?" I sighed.

"Somebody I should have let go when I stopped loving them."