Maybe Not Forever (Tate & Violet continuation)

Chapter 1

Violet

It's been three years since I told Tate to go away. And even though the things he did to my family and I were horrible, I can't stop missing him, and that's the goddamn problem. For the past three years I have been doubting that telling him to go away was worth it, because I've felt so empty without him, and though he destroyed me, in every single way a person could be destroyed, and he made me rage in a way that made me see red, and cry in away that made my vision blur and made my heart dissolve, I think it's better to feel absolute and complete pain than absolutely nothing at all. I want to feel something again. But then, I remember exactly what he did, and then logic kicks in, and I realize that he needs to be punished. I have to live with the fact that my little brother is Tate, my ex boyfriend, and who I thought was the absolute love of my life's son. And I have to live with the fact that my mother died giving birth to that baby, and that my other little brother is dead because of that baby. I have to live with the fact that Tate raped my mother. The concept of him having sex with her, and before me, is incredibly unnerving. He had a child with my mother. And what really freaking hurts is that I wanted a future with him. I wanted to be able to have kids with him, despite the fact that he was dead, I still had my hopes, because I really loved him, with such an entirety, that he left me the way that I am. Empty. And I will continue to feel empty because I can't go back to him. I can't let him have the chance of hurting me again.

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Tate

I've been sitting in this basement for three years now. She told me to go away. And fuck, I never knew two simple words could absolutely destroy someone the way that they destroyed me. I never knew that two words could make me feel like I was dying all over again. I remember how she said it-how her voice trembled and her resolve threatened to crumble. But it didn't. I always admired her strength. I always thought it was something to be proud of. I remember that she was crying. She looked so beautiful when she cried. My thoughts have been haunting me, prodding and prodding at my mind, withering away the seconds, the hours, and the days, devastatingly slow. Ironic isn't it? That a ghost is being haunted by his own thoughts. I don't mind the pain it's causing me. I'm doing this for Violet. I'm doing this because I told her her feelings meant more to me than my own, and they do. I told her if she needed me to go away I would, and now I can't stop thinking that I am a fucking idiot. But I don't care if my soul rots in this shitty, shitty basement, or if my patience explodes and joins the mildew on the walls. I'll wait forever if I have to. The thought of having any more of a future with Violet is enough to keep me going. And that's how it's been. For the past three goddamn years.

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I'm sorry for not updating earlier, and that this chapter is so short. My piece of shit iPhone decided it would be spectacular to delete ALL of the notes on my phone. I write all of my stories in my notes. So, I've had to rewrite all of them as best as I could, since I don't remember over 200 story related notes word for word. I've tried to write them even better than the first one. Anyways, enjoy! And please bear with me as I rewrite the chapters. It might take a while to get the second chapter up, but I'll try to work fast. Also, I've made an Instagram for this story, that will also be used as a fan page!
It's:
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