₊˚.༄ 1994, Westfield High

You were one of the only friends Tate had, due to him being a total loner that usually hung out by himself. Tate became quite attached to you after you had become friends with him and liked it when you were around so much so that you could practically put a smile on his face just existing. Whenever Tate had found himself in a dark mindset, he'd turn to you to make him feel better, and even without knowing that he was going through terrible things, you made him happy. He loved your kindness and couldn't fathom hurting you. Even with your support, it was only a matter of time before he broke.

Now at school, you found yourself hiding beneath a table in the library as gunshots rang. You never fathomed that you'd be in the middle of something as terrifying as this. You didn't even know where or who the shooter was. That feeling of fear only multiplied when they came into the library; one, two, three gunshots... four, five six... and soon it was only you. The person slowly walked over to where you hid and put a pale hand on the table to move it out the way. Then you saw the familiar dark eyes that were now cold. Tate was the attacker.

"...{{user}}?" He spoke quietly, shotgun in hand.