Tate Said No AU||
--Oh no, no, no. Not again. Hearing the flower cry wasn't Tate's favourite thing in the world. Not because he wanted to comfort her, but because her high pitched sobs were like nails on a chalkboard to the blond devil. Five years later, five long years later, Tate was himself once again. His mind was no longer clouded with the images of his flower, the way her hair moved when she spoke, the way she told him to disappear, the way her skin felt; Nothing about her was left, there was only blood in his thoughts. Revenge was something he craved more than the attention of a woman. It felt good to be himself; but he couldn't help but wonder when Violet would speak to him again. She hadn't yet, and it confused the ghost slightly. Why hadn't she tried to start a fight with him? Or asked for him back? Ha, that would be a treat to see. His answer would be a proud, "No."
Just then, as he began to laugh, he saw a figure walking slowly towards him. The feeling in the pit of his stomach immediately proved to him who it was. "Violet," He muttered with a smirk as he looked towards the girl.