Nora
Oh, my. I have never felted so frazzled in my entire life.
"My baby. Where's my baby?"
"Darling, you don't have a baby." My husband said as he was busy working.
"Oh yes. Yes. You must be right." I say shaking my head.
He is always working. Not that anything good ever comes of it.
The red ball rolls across the cold, hard, concrete floor.
I take a few steps forward to see who's there and am startled when I see a shadowy figure emerge.
"Hiya Nora," Tate says while scratching his neck. What a buffoon of a creature that boy is. I mean I practically raised him, but still.
"You see, I've kinda got a problem.." His voice trails off.
"Well. What is it? Speak up"
"I've been trying to get Violet back.. It's been years, y'ano. Since we last, really, spoke. But, the other day.. Boy, oh, boy. The other day.. She's starting to listen to me." The gleam in his eye is unbearable.
"Why are you telling me, boy?" I say in a distinguished tone.
"I want you to try and talk to her, y'ano. About.. Me.. And her.."
"You love her?" I ask.
"Oh boy do I!" He smiles a devilish grin.
"Well, I'll see. Now you, go and run along." Patting him on the shoulder.
"Oh and Nora," He whispers
"Yes, dear?"
"Thank you." He smiles a reassuring smile.
Tate
Everything's falling into place.
Finally.
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American Horror Story- Violet and Tate.
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