BLAIR'S POV
I sat on the front steps smoking a cigarette.
"You know those things can kill you, right?" A voice from behind me remarked.
"And who the hell are you?" I asked the strange boy.
He looked about my age. He had messy blond hair and deep, brown eyes that you could get lost in. Besides his good looks, he was wearing a green and black sweater with jeans and black converse.
"Tate. Tate Langdon."
"What are you doing here?"
"I was just leaving a therapy session with Dr. Stevens. Who I presume is your father."
"Yeah, he is."
We both studied each other for a while before I asked him inside. He agreed and we both started our way up the stairs to my bedroom. I played some music on my iPod. At first, I played Special Death by my favorite, Mirah. I wouldn't know, but he looked a little uninterested by my selection.
"Why are you seeing my dad?"
"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to."
"Wanna listen to Marcy? He's cool, and he's pissy, and he hates everyone and anything." An unfamiliar voice said with a laugh.
"Violet." Tate remarked.
"Violet?" This time it was more of a question.
"Who's Violet," I asked "what is she doing in my house?"
"She reminds you of me, doesn't she? The voice said again.
The girl was behind me now. She had mid-length brown hair and brown eyes similar to Tate's. She was wearing a long- sleeved, black top, a purple dress with flowers over it, and a yellow cardigan around her shoulders and arms.
"Answer me!" She raised her voice.
I was in so much shock that I just stood there and watched the two.
"Yeah." Tate said sheepishly.
"So, what are you going to do this time, Tate? Are you going to rape her mom too? Are you going to ruin her life too?"
He didn't answer her. instead, he started to cry.
"Are you going to kill her too?" She asked with her tone down.
He finally lost it, yelled at her, and cried even more.
"I didn't kill you! You killed yourself! I tried to save you, I really did! I loved you, I still love you!"
A tear fell from her eye and down to her cheek. Her hands clenched into fists. Tate watched her with more tears in his eyes. He loved her, you could tell.
"You changed me, Violet. You're the only light I've ever known. Before that, it was all darkness. After I spent eternity drowning, you taught me how to breath.
"I believe that, but I can't be with you."
"Please, Violet. Don't do this to me again. Please."
He cried even more and each tear that fell off his face, seem to grow another on hers.
"Tate, I can't be with you. I love you. But I can't be with you."
"If you love someone," he looked at her with his cheeks red from tears. She seemed to know what he was going to say. "You should never hurt them."
After he said that, they both stared at each other for a while before Tate broke the silence. His voice cracked with every word from all his crying.
"I'm sorry. I know I have hurt people but I'm not like that anymore. Violet. Please!"
"Tate, you're a psychopath! A psychopath is by definition, incapable of remorse."
"No, Violet. I'm not a psychopath!" He paused a moment to collect himself "I'm just a troubled soul."
"Goodbye Tate."
