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|| violet x tate ||

[ tate ]

growing up, i was always curious how the clock on my wrist work. i asked my parents about it, but all they said was that i'll find it out soon anyway so i might as well wait.

5 years later, when we were on our way home from a party, my parents got in an argument and didn't see the truck coming.

but i did.

i saw it heading towards us, the headlights blinding my sense to speak. all i could do was mumble. all they could do was shut me up and continued to banter, until our car collided with the truck then everything went mute.

no breathing. no arguments. nothing.

i checked the clock on my wrists.

it still says 12.

i checked my parents' and it says 0.

i panicked then. not only was i in a state of shock seeing my parents' lifeless eyes wide open, but i was also realizing that this clock might be the countdown to my death.

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[ violet ]

my parents didn't want me. the nuns say otherwise, but i know deep down that they didn't.

how can you give someone that you love so much away?

so here i was. moving from a foster home to another. sometimes they would be a nice pair of couple and sometimes i wouldn't be so lucky.

there was this one time when i asked Mr. Vanderburg why his watch still says 1 even though he had a wife already.

"arrange marriage. you're too young for this, love. enjoy life. don't worry about the clock that is slowly winding down." and he smiled at me with pure sadness in his eyes.

i didn't understand what he meant when i was at that age and his words ate my dreams at night. i couldn't stop thinking about it and figuring out the meaning behind his vagueness. why won't he just tell me? i'm twelve. next year i'll be a teen.

i spent 3 more months with the Vanderburg's until there was a raid. i got so scared when the sirens went off. we have been practicing to take shelter under the basements to protect ourselves from whatever device the others are dropping. that day was the day Mr. Vanderburg's watch went to 0, but my theory didn't fit in.

he didn't find his true love.

when his clock struck 0, everything disapperead inside him: his working lungs, the life in his eyes, the beating of his heart.

it was then that i understood how the watches work and maybe that's why he told me to just enjoy life.

it was a clock of death.

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i was moved to a foster care, but not around the streets of Germany anymore.

i was moved to a different country. a big one, they say, with lots of new stuff to discover.

America.

they said i could be free to do what i want and when i want, but i was scared. my watch plummeted from 30 to 6.

everytime my foster family takes me to a friends' house, i always have to look out the windows and my watch. hey! don't laugh at me. i was paranoid. what if i die then?

anyway, so one saturday night, when i was about 14, the watch flickered from 4 to 5. it moved back and forth, as if it were a highly decisive kid trying to think which color would look better for their room.