@monsterchased || x
Melancholic eyes , still brimmed with tears , turned towards the intruder ; It was a look that was sheathed in agitation . DEATH was suppose to provide peace and quiet , but apparently that itself was too much to ask for . He was bound like he was under ball and chain , and yet , the outside world still somehow found its way into his life . Between rowdy kids following through with double - dog - dares or those wannabe Ghost Busters , sometimes he felt he wasn’t actually dead . “ I live here ,” Tate explained simply . “ You don’t . Get out .” The radio was amped up louder and Tate’s eyes shut once again .
He was sprawled out in the middle of his old bedroom floor . The place was unkempt , dilapidated , clearly not - owned from the lack of electricity and running water , and yet there he was --- And there she was , much to his dismay . My Heart Will Go On played through his old - radio speakers , anxiety - chewed lips mouthing along to the lyrics . Tate could feel her eyes watching him , but he refused to acknowledge her in favor of his own perpetual teenage angst . It was most like a hopeless prayer , but maybe if he ignored her long enough , she’d simply ... go away .
