Tate's POV
I hear Violet screaming.
I jolt up and she's kicking and screaming in her sleep
"Tate! Come back" she's crying and scratching at her arms.
I see fresh slits in her porcelain skin.
No!
I shake her violently
"VIOLET! WAKE UP!" I scream.
She jerks up and looks around
"Tate!" she wraps her arms around me.
I push her off of me lightly.
"Violet, you promised me you would never cut again" I frown.
"I know, the doctor just said that you might not wake up and since your a ghost I just thought maybe you finally moved on" she cries
I shake my head
"Even if I could move on, you're the only thing keeping me here. I would never leave you intentionally" I wrap my arms around her tightly and pull her close.
"I'm serious, your skin is like porcelain and only deserves to be worshiped" I kiss up her arms and thighs, neck and back, anywhere my lips can touch.
"I love you Violet" I kiss her mouth, finally
"I love you too Tate" she pulls away from the kiss and hugs me.
"Come on, lets go back to sleep" I smile.
She sniffs and pushes me so I turn over and she wraps her arms around me.
We both fall asleep and I'm glad I saw the cuts unlike in my nightmare.
I will do anything to protect her. Anything and everything at all costs.
Forever, always.
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Murder House Present
Teen FictionTate and Violet are both full of sorrow and longing. Maybe they're not broken just cracked. Either way they need eachother. See what happened after Murder House...
