(Graces POV)
The next morning as i am walking down the stairs into the basement i hear someone crying, i sneak around the corner to see who it was, it was Tate. He has his head down, buried into his knees. I walk up to him slowly and he lifts his head up, eyes all red and tears streaming down his face. Bloody cuts on his wrists starting to fade away and adventually dissapear. I sit down next to him and ask him whats wrong. He just looks at me and doesn't say anything. I grab his hand and put my head on his shoulder. I already know whats wrong, he misses me and i miss him too. So i say "I miss you Tate" and he just squeezes my hand, still not saying anything. "Im so sorry" he whimpers. "I know" i say while rubbing his hand. "I love you and ive never stopped loving you." He tells me. I kiss him gently on the cheek and say "I love you too" "I always have."
