"Cris, you shouldn’t be here."
Tate had not slept in two days. He hadn’t eaten in a few. “Really,” he said. He didn’t need her guilting him, and he really didn’t need her giving him those sad, tear-filled looks. “I told momma to tell people not to come.” She most likely didn’t. Not because she wanted people to visit, but because she didn’t care. Her children were in a downward spiral, and Tate had hit rock bottom.
"I only have to stay for 72 hours, then I’ll be out. I’ll see you then, okay?"
Everyone has that one class where they walk in and immediately want to commit mass homicide
❛ i have no clue where i am.
please say you have a map. or a phone. or something… ❜
"California," Tate spits. "You’re in California. How the fuck do you travel without knowing where you’re going?"
You left me in the dark
So darkness I became.