Violet had no idea what was going on any more. Tate was gone, and then he was here, but he was from a different point in time than she was and he acted like they weren't even together. He said that she told him to go away. She couldn't imagine why she would have told him that. And then that woman....all those things she said. Were they true? She hoped they weren't. They couldn't be. If what she said was true, that meant she really had killed herself that night, that Tate hadn't saved her like she thought. If it was all true, it meant Tate had been lying to her all this time.
Her head was spinning and she wasn't sure that she could tell up from down at this point. She felt sick and she just wanted to go to sleep and let all of this be over when she woke up. She wanted it to be a dream, a nightmare. But as she walked into the lobby, she had a feeling it really was all real because Tate was there, but he looked...worn somehow, like he had been through so much more than she remembered. And that scared her.
She walked up to stop just a bit in front of him, trying her hardest to keep a blank expression on her face. She had to take a second to steady herself before she spoke. She didn't want him to know she had been crying earlier. "Hey..." she said softly, it was all she felt she could manage to say without letting her voice waver.