I Love You So Much, It's Just Like Oxygen

Just Look What You Created

Violet's POV

It took about half an hour for the police to arrive and begin inspecting the car. In that time I did nothing but stand there in shock while Patrick tired to tell me that everything would be okay. He's too good for this world and as soon as I can talk again I'll be sure to tell him that.

"Violet, I think we should go back inside. Just until the officers check it all out hmm" he suggests, linking his fingers with mine.

"I still need to go to class" I reply and finally make eye contact with him. He looks extremely concerned for me. Probably because I'm being very unresponsive. I guess I'm just sick of people trying to ruin our lives. Couple that with guilt and I don't know how to act. I can't help but feel like this is my fault. If Patrick was engaged to someone else, would he be living an easier life?

"Sweetheart, I'm not sure that's a good idea right now" he says softly, tugging on my hand. I close my eyes briefly because I can feel anger building inside me. Why the fuck does this always happen to us? I just want to be happy!

"I have to. I have a lot to catch up on" I tell him almost robotically. It's like this event has triggered something inside me. I want to cry or yell but I don't want to do it here and I don't want Patrick to worry about me anymore than he already is. I mean regardless he's going to think I've gone insane so there's really no way for me to win.

This is supposed to be our time together but it's already ruined. My only goal right now is to get to class so I can pretend this isn't happening. In reality I imagine Patrick needs me right now but for whatever reason I'm convinced I'm only going to drag his mood down. So for his sake I'll leave for campus without him and work this shit out on my own without being a pain in the ass.

"I'm sure if you email in they will send you notes. Baby, you're in shock" he almost pleads with me. I can see the look in his eyes. I'm surprised he isn't using his teacher voice with me and commanding me back to the apartment. Maybe he should. Maybe I'd listen.

"I'll be okay I promise. I'm going go. You should still go see the guys and I'll come meet you after my classes. They cops will probably be a while dealing with this anyway" I tell him and press a quick kiss to his lips. "I love you..."

Patrick's PoV

I should pick her up and carry her back to the apartment. I should cancel all of my interviews and meetings and make sure she's okay. Because I know she isn't.

Except I can tell she's determined to go on with her day. If there's one thing in my life that I pride myself on, that I've made sure I'm perfect at its reading my girls emotions. Even though I want to haul her up and keep her safe, that's not what she needs. So with a monumental amount of effort I watch her walk away to get on with her day as if nothing has happened. She will talk to me when she's ready.

Of course I'm way passed angry that this has happened. Angry isn't the right words actually. Fucking fuming would be more accurate. It's not the car that I care about. It's the tasteless insult sprayed upon it. I wish it was directed at me but naturally whoever is trying to fuck with us, wants to attack Violet. I hope that whoever did this never crosses paths with me because I'll do more than spray their fucking car.

It's rather strange that before meeting Violet, I'd never feel so determined to protect anyone. I'd never feel the need to beat someone half to death for hurting the person I love. I guess because I hadn't found her yet. Now I see red whenever there's a threat to her. It sounds unhealthy and maybe it is but I know she has the same reaction where I'm concerned.

I guess we're a little crazy together and useless apart.

The police officer informs me that they will be a while and after some quick question they advice me that saying here is pointless at the moment. They said they will contact Violet or myself later on.