notpurple-violet:

Violet cocked her head and sat down neck to him, rubbing his chest soothingly. “’Relive?’ What do you mean by that, honey.”

“Everytime I literally relive my death each time. I feel as his hand rips my heart to shreds, I feel the bomb go off behind me, leaving shrapnel embedded in my body as I bleed to death. It just sucks.” He brought his hand to lay over top of Violet’s. “I can’t stop it from happening, either.”