{+} — but-violet
Violet and Tate were “high school” sweat hearts. They were both misunderstood depressed kids, who became friends then started dating. They are now 21 and very much in love. they live in a small house in California, but they aren't married or aren't engaged; that made violet mad and sad. That made her think she didn’t love her as much as she though he did but she let it be. Violet didn’t really cut anymore, but sometimes when she felt down or sad and Tate wasn’t there to comfort her, she did.
Today was Monday and violet was sitting on the toilet, peeing on a small white stick. Her hand shaking and her breath hitching in her throat. Was she exited or scare? She didn’t know. She was conflicted. Probably scared. She wasn’t ready for this— if she happens to be pregnant.
She finished and flipped the test over and left it on the counter. The peddle sighed, her hands were shaking more and more. It was just a waiting game now. “Tate? Tate.. Um.. you can come in” she said, as she pulled up her leggings.
