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#leah found out who tate was in like freshman year and lost her shit but decided he was a demon & that violet had the good sense to flee
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violet tracks leah down on the first halloween after her death. she thinks maybe it'll help.
it goes something like ‘why the fuck are you here’ and ‘where the hell have you been’ and ‘are you okay’ then, ‘i’m fine’ and ‘i’m sorry’ and ‘just don’t look for me.’
(leah hopes that violet's okay, knows she isn’t, and ignores both feelings until they go away. they weren't really friends, anyway.)
nearly a decade later, she steps out of some shitty halloween party that she’s feeling way too old for and comes face-to-face with a ghost. violet harmon is wide-eyed, smoking lucky strikes, and still fifteen-fucking-years-old.
nearly a decade later, violet harmon is still with tate langdon.
(leah didn't know who he really was until her first college psychology course, where she was supposed to study him. instead she called a priest, spent two weeks in the hospital, and changed her major.)
there's an 'i'm sorry' and a 'we should go' and leah doesn't say a word, doesn't reach out to either of them, doesn't do a fucking thing until they're halfway down the block and her vision is swimming.
(violet was supposed to have run away, back to boston with her baby brother or some shit. it wasn't supposed to be like this.)
forty-five minutes and a breakdown later, leah wipes her eyes and heads back inside. she needs a fucking drink.
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