/*GO AWAY! GO AWAY TATE, violet had screamed more than once towards the male who she had been through life and death with, condemning the two of them to spend their afterlives as separate entities, her vision and hearing clouding him away from her with a completeness. she would attempt to deny that it had pained her, but the truth was, it hurt her. a girl could wear a cool façade, and smoke as if nothing were the matter, but that didn’t mean her heart was not raging with sorrow inwardly.
morals holding judgement over him, family coming before all the volcanic emotions running within her, it had not been since she’d told him that final time to leave her, that she had seen his visage. life had gone on for the harmons, celebrating christmas with a cheer not seen within the girl for a while, light-hearted and a girl at long last. that being until her mum and dad had started keeping their distance from one another, but at least she had the both of them- never realising that he’d been watching, keeping her mind away from thoughts of the one who had betrayed her so.
as she sat fiddling with a record in the music store she’d found herself working at, she placed morrissey into the vinyl speaker, letting the words of the pissy man play on, loud and raging. it wasn’t until the familiar chime of the bell when the door was opened that she looked up, and caught sight of the male entering. a quiver running through her body, she felt as ice, cold and bitter to the world. stretching up from the beanbag she rested on, having took a sneaked break when no customers were in, eyes met with those of tate langdon for the first time in a long while. those same hues she’d once cared for nothing but to gaze into, now felt like daggers against her, a breath running from the harmon as she attempted to regain composure. “tate…” she refused to avert her watch, steeling vision forward. calm, she muttered three words, same as she’d always used against him. “go away tate”.
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everyone could have claimed tate langdon regretted everything he had done in the murder house, but if there was always one thing that would haunt him, until the end of his days, it was everything that had happened with the harmon’s. especially.. especially with violet, he mused. thanks to his own stupidity and inability to stop himself from giving in to the darkness, meanwhile telling himself he was doing the right thing, he had lost the only good thing that had come from his stay at the murder house and perhaps, he would never get her back. not now, not ever. tate could have lived with a second chance of being alive again, of not being trapped in that fucking hellhole until the end of times, but who cared about being in paris, who cared about being alive again, if he was alone ? no violet, no siblings to play with, no mother to annoy, no ghosts to entertain or new guests to terrify.. he was all alone and for the first time in his pathetic existence, tate langdon wished he was still trapped. he hadn’t even been thinking as feet led him to a local music store, curiosity sparkling at the thought of seeing whatever the kids were listening to these days - certainly something as shitty as humanity was, that much hadn’t clearly changed, pale hand reaching for the door handle. and that was when he saw her. heart nearly skipping a beat, tate found it very hard to breath as he laid eyes on the harmon girl, for the first time in months, torn between relief at seeing she was trapped no longer & sadness, sadness because.. there was nothing that could be said between the two teenagers to erase what had once been done by him. ‘ vi, vi.. i’m sorry. ‘ he whispered, gaze meeting the cold-hard ground with shame, finding it impossible to stare at brown hues of the person who had once been the one he loved the most in the whole world. ‘ can we talk ? please ? ‘ a long shot, yes, but he had to try.
