+violetlovelessharmon
Tate sat in the hallway near Violet's room like he did every night for the past 10 years. After all of this time he still felt the need to protect her, even though she's the one who sent him away.
In all honesty, Tate was infuriated with Violet. For the first few years after she sent him away, he was only heartbroken but it slowly turned into anger. His reason for being so mad was that she sent him away, broke his heart into too many pieces, and overall she left him all alone. She never even let me explain myself. Maybe she didn't love me. Maybe I was used. This is bullshit. No one in the house talked to him after everything that happened. So he spent his days and nights playing Solitaire outside of Violet's room, sometimes the basement, and hoped she'd come out.
But tonight, something in him changed. Maybe the anger boiling up, or maybe he was tired of being alone. He threw his cards onto the floor as he stood up and walked towards her door. Breathe Langdon. It's time you talked to her. He impatiently knocked on the door twice.
"Violet," He said her name as a statement, "Come out. I'm tired of this."
