In honor of me goin to California and GETTING TO SEE THE MURDER HOUSE EEEK I'm gonna update! I'm so excited I can't!
Violets POV
Both of our kids died.
I've never been this depressed before. Not even when I killed myself
Tate tries to stay strong for me but I know he's broken too.
I lay in bed crying
Tate walks in and tries to get me to eat.
"Vi, you have to eat" he sighs
"Ghosts don't even need to eat" I snap.
He runs his hands through his hair and sighs again.
"I'm sorry, Im just really emotional" I cry again
Tate comes over and wraps his arms around me and we both cry into eachother.
"I'm so sorry Vi, my job as a father is to protect our family and I failed" he sobbed
"No it's no ones fault" I sniffle.
I hug him tighter.
"I love you" I kiss him hard
"I love you too Vi" he sniffs and wipes the tears from my eyes.
"We have to move on" he sniffs
I nod
"Do you wanna have another?" he asks me softly and takes hold of my hands.
"No," I shake my head "Not yet, but soon" I smile
"Let's cuddle" I laugh lightly.
He grins and wraps his arms around me on the bed.
"I still have you" I smile and kiss his perfect nose.
"And I still have you, forever..." he grins and puts his forehead against mine
"And always" I finish his sentence.
We fall asleep and try to move on.
Short update bc 10% :/
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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...
