#witheredviolets

Overall Opinion: Very sweet, very smart, very Canadian. xD I love youuuu.

With lungs clutching for air and an aching leg, Madison took notice to a fairly large home and ended her run at the front steps. She knocked, hard, on the door that sat in front of her. There wasn't anyone living there; she realized that the moment she laid eyes on it, but with Jill still idling in her mind, it was better safe than sorry. Awareness was key, awareness was everything. Charlie was silly enough to believe her little lies, and so were the two rejects she just happened to be running from. Madison failed to keep her mouth shut, and when one stepped forward with a knife, she kneed the perpetrator and ran for it. The ache in her leg was probably a bruise, but that didn't worry her. She could have killed those two. The door easily clicked open as she went for it, swiftly closing and locking it behind her. Those morons wouldn't find her there. They'd lost her the second she darted away. "Wow." Madison reveled, at the interior mostly as she walked down a small hallway that led to a kitchen. There was no denying that it was a beautiful place, fairly kept up even. There were even chairs, dishes..and pots and pans that all hung in their rightful place. This struck her as odd, but not threatening. There were worse things in the world than a seemingly empty house. Yet, she felt her neck being watched. That was always a strong indication that someone, or something, was near. Her heart sped a little faster with that ounce of adrenaline, and as she turned her face towards the doorway that held the presence, a lock of hair trailed away from it on the other side. This caused Madison to run towards it, wherever it or they were going; but as she went to turn the corner, she found herself face to face with a girl.

No one knew exactly how tearing down the house was going to effect their lives. Tate stood on the lawn, heart racing with anticipation as the wrecking ball struck the brick walls over and over again. Red dust filling the air around him, as well as his lungs. Wall after wall was obliterated, yet still, here they were. "So that's it then? Were still stuck here?!" Hayden yelled through clenched teeth from across the lawn in one of her fits. "Bullshit," he heard someone mumble behind him. Tate didn't even turn around, he knew that voice from anywhere...the voice that sent chills slithering down his neck and arms. Violet never failed to get under his skin. The workers hammered day after day, installing "sky lights" and "solar panals". Neither of which Tate was very interested in. It wasn't until weeks later that he attempted to leave the yard. Shock set in when he crossed the gate's threshold without being sucked back in, but when he did, he ran. Miles were put between him and that place. Far away from perpetual newborn cries and moping mistresses. He ran until his chest was pounding so hard he was sure it was about to burst into flames, and when it didn't, he ran some more. Though his euphoria was short lived; just hours after the sun went down he felt himself slipping back to that God damned place, landing in the middle of the piled up rubble. She was asleep by the tree when he returned. They still weren't exactly on speaking terms, but he had vital information, and she was the only one he felt like telling it to. "Violet... Vi, wake up..." He shook her, smiling as she moaned and turned away from him. Waking her up used to be one of his favorite things to do. She'd fight it at first, shrugging him off as he whispered in her ear and demanded more sleep until he pressed light kisses down her neck. She'd smile a sleepy half-smile and pull him close to her... And he'd eventually give in, letting her sleep longer as he laid there, limbs latched around each other like a human pretzel while he waited for her to wake up. Tate shook his head. No chance in hell would that ever happen again, he'd most likely get punched if she knew he was even thinking about it. Though he couldn't help but wonder... Fuck. He needed to snap out of it. "Get up. We can leave. We can cross the gate now. VIOLET. We can CROSS THE GATE," he yelled while violently shaking her shoulders.

"Violet…" He sneered. Of course. 4 different ways to enter the kitchen and she chooses to walk through this one. It was as if she wanted him to see her. He sighed before giving his attention back to the book he had been reading before she rudely appeared. Though his thoughts were interrupted now. No matter how hard he tried to focus on the words, his mind kept spiraling back to her. "Coming down for another drink?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow as he slammed his book shut.

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