The Basement Door

Three.

A tear escaped Tate’s eye. He was in pain, not only physically, but mentally. He felt as if he could throw up any moment. He didn’t know why this feeling was so powerful. He didn’t know what to do, what to say. He had barely talked for a year, only communicating with Beau once and a while. He was speechless. 

“Violet, I’m giving you a hard time.” He noted to her, making her feel better about herself. “But how are you going to prove it?” He looked at her with hurt in his eyes. 

He didn’t know what else to say to her, should he take he back or not? Tate was flabbergasted  He opened his mouth about to say something, but closed it just as quickly as he opened it. He remained quiet, looking at the girl about to break. “Violet…” He whispered under his breath, waiting for her to explain more. His mouth was thawing after a year, he was almost ready to express everything to her, in anyway possible. 

“Yeah, Tate?” Violet sensed he was about to talk, finally. The boy kept his mouth shut and they both just stared into each other’s eyes filled with tears and emotion. “Don’t suppress anything, Tate. Tell me everything, and I’ll show you everything I could do, for you. Telling you I’m going to prove it doesn’t say much, I know it doesn’t do much, but I am so dedicated to you. Words mean nothing, but my love for you will come through.” 

She couldn’t hold the urge back, anymore… the urge to press her lips onto his. So she did. She gave him one strong, passionate kiss and felt her strength, slowly, but surely, make its way back. When she let her lips come apart from his, she proceeded to maintain eye contact. “Don’t hold anything back, Tate.” Half a smile escaped her soul and implanted itself onto her face. “You’re beautiful… Just as I’d remember you. Tell me, Tate.”