Nov 20, 2013
{cantstichthatup}
Violet felt uneasy as she motioned towards Tate's rooms, her stomach felt as if it were tied in a million knots. She hated having conversations like this, would he leave me? maybe he does want someone else. Maybe this is just her anxiety getting the very best of her, as it does most times but she couldn't be so sure due to her luck this past week. Her relationship with Tate was great, she just suspected something odd, different in the way he was acting. Violet tugged at a loose string falling from her dress and wrapped her hands around the cool metal of the doorknob. "T-tate? Can we talk?"
