*VIOLETS POV*
It's been three years since I've talked to him.. I've had the mere image of him passing along the halls; purposely avoiding my endurance. "How is he?", I ask Nora, she is the only one to occasionally speak with Tate. "The subject doesn't usually pop up, not for a long while.", she replies gently. I'm not quite sure what it is, or how it happened.. but I cared. Maybe only for a second, but it happened. For the first time in years I have felt compassion towards such an evil presence. I feel something has changed; it's almost as if I can feel him, resonating in my waste system, something so cold, but burning me like dry ice. He's changed, right? I mean, he has been thinking about it and being punished for years. I feel like I don't know anything anymore, yet the urge to speak with him is unbearable. I can't, -- not after what he has done.
*TATES POV*
I scatter the halls, hoping she will notice. Just for her to notice me; to bring me hope of a better day. I'm going to talk to her tomorrow, I'm sure of it. I can't wuss-out now. I've planning this for as long as I can remember, it seems like centuries since I've felt her bright warmth and soft touch. I've been having trouble sleeping, due to the night-terrors I've been having lately. Seemingly familiar to the ones I've had before she was here, but now she's gone. She changed me and gave me light, and now that she's really gone I can't help but feel this way. I hope she will listen.
Hey guys! *For old readers* I've gone through these first few parts and re-phrased most of them, I wasn't too good of a writer in seventh grade. xoxo -jane
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We Meet Again (Tate & Violet)
Fanfiction"I fall from the sink to the floor, cuddling my seemingly sharp knees as I mumble the same words into my legs over and over, "I love you, I love you, I love you." A simple distraction from his weakness, and I get consumed in my own."
