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[fauxkitty]

ೃ༄ as we cross the empty skies

ೃ⁀➷cw: swear words, angst, italic implies a memory, implied death

*ੈ✩‧₊˚: tate x impliedfem!reader

You spend your days now in what used to be your bedroom, ever since your passing, it now belongs to someone else, that’s all you do now, you lay down and think, and after a while memories of you life come flooding in, and then soon after regret overtakes your body, and all you can do is repeat that cycle day after day.

There is one memory that passes through your mind every single day without fail, and that was the day you met Tate, you were enamored with him the first time you even looked at him, the way his silky hair shone under the soft sunlight, oh and those dimples, can’t forget the dimples, and how he looked like such a kind and loving person, but there was so much more behind that hazy gaze.

You were perched up, sitting on your windowsill, when you noticed the unfamiliar silhouette of a boy quickly walking across the hall through the crack in your door, out of curiosity, you got up to see who it was, you figured it was one of your dads patients. “Hi,” you said, sheepishly waving at the boy in front of you, he stared at the sight in front of him, and then slowly waved back.

That was back when you thought you had met the love of your life, oh how wrong you were.

Tate got comfortable on your thighs as you played with his soft curls, you felt the tension in his body go away, and his body slightly went limp as he started to drift off into sleep, and soon enough you fell asleep too.

That was another one of the good ones, you wished it stayed that way, you wished you weren’t as curious as you were, maybe if you hadn’t let your thoughts get the best of you, you could’ve saved your relationship, but nothing ever went well for you did it?

Your eyes opened wide in shock, you felt the tears coming, how could you not have seen it? how did you not figure it out sooner? the man you loved, was a murderer, all you could do was stare at the article with his picture, and breakdown into tears, you hugged yourself as you huddled into a corner of your room, ever since you moved into this house everything in your life has gone to shit, your relationship with your parents, your school life, and your mental health worsened every second.

A rough of but soft hand touched your cheek, you immediately knew it was Tate, instead of feeling safe, you felt fear wash over your body. You quickly composed yourself and got up, ready to yell at him, to hit him, to scratch at him, to let out all your anger at how he could be so selfish, how he could take someone’s life, but all that escaped your lips was a pathetic sob.

“I’m sorry,” He uttered, his voice was barely audible, I didn’t have to tell him, he knew that I had found out. “Sorry? Why are you apologizing to me?” I spat. “Because I know you’re mad, and I love you, i’m sorry.” Tears trailed down his face, was this a shitty attempt at trying to manipulate me? If so it wasn’t working.

“You’re sick Tate,” I spoke, “Why would you that?” “I-I don’t know, why would I do that?” Tate cried out, he attempted to grab my hand, I quickly pulled away and looked at him in disgust. “I can’t, I just can’t right now.” It took everything in to walk away, I wanted to hear him out, to hug to him, and comfort him, but he didn’t deserve that, especially because he had seemingly no remorse for what he did, of course Tate followed after me.

“Leave me alone Tate!”

“No! I won’t let you leave, please just stay..” Tate tried grabbing at my shoulder, I pushed him away, and in a haste to get down the stairs, I missed a step and fell down, everything went black, I woke up, my head was throbbing, and there was blood on the floor, Tate was holding me, his eyes red and puffy, and that’s when I knew that the murder house had claimed another soul.

Now all I can do is avoid him, and watch my parents mourn at the loss of their sweet little girl, though i’m not really gone, I don’t want to scare them, I just want them to get over my death so that they can finally be at peace, and I can wait for the day that I’ll finally be at peace too.

a/n: this is my first fic! and my first time writing, criticism is highly encouraged.