Violet Harmon P.O.V
A weight had always remained heavily seated above my heart. Pushing further and further, cracking my ribs, my sternum and causing leaks in my heart. I smoked to dull the pain, a sedative. I cut to visually see the pain of my breaking ribs. The cracking all became to much sometimes. My heart had been drained too soon. But Tate lightened the load, he picked at the soft flesh of the growth above my heart. He stowed away the secrets he carried to make more room for mine. I write to Tate now. I can not face him. Not see his face painted with concern. I wonder late on stormy nights what it would be like to be disconnected from the world. Have no one rely on me or pressure me. I can't take this bullshit any more. The weight is too much now. My heart is merely a pulp, now it is so drained that it only beats of Tate. My Tate.
Hey guys it's my first crack at fanfiction and I want you guys to comment. I just love the story of Tate and Violet. Please read :)
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American Horror Story: Violet & Tate
FanfictionBarbed wire hearts, muddled minds and black wings live in the bodies of Violet Harmon and Tate Langdon. Can a tortured soul mend a broken heart
