Chapter Six

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TATE'S POV

"Goodbye, Tate." 

There it was again. Goodbye. I hated that word. That was the second time Violet said that to me, but it felt the same as the first. Goodbye.

"Tate?" Blaire questioned as I stood there with my head in my hands still crying hysterically. 

"Tate?" She asked again when I didn't answer. "I don't know who that was, but I could obviously see that you did." Blaire sat down at the end of her bed and patted a place next to her urging me to sit down. I walked over and sat down.

"Who was that?" She asked me with an understanding voice.

"Violet." Saying her name made me cry even more.

"Violet," she repeated the name and really wish she wouldn't "How did she get in my house."

"Violet?" I wiped my tears a bit and sniffled to stop any more from falling.

"She lives here," she looked at me confused "Well, she used to live here. This was her room. And mine before her." Now she looked at me flabbergasted. 

"I don't understand." She finally said something after a life time of silence. 

"Oh, no one does. Not even me. But this is how it is. And this is how it will be. Together for always." 

"I think you should leave, Tate"

"What?" 

"I think you should leave?" She repeated.

"No, why?" 

"I need some time to think, Tate. Goodbye."

And there was that word again. That awful, dreaded word. Goodbye. What was that thing Dr. Harmon thought I was afraid of? Fear of rejection? From society? My mother and father? Violet? And now Blaire.

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