Even before he first touched a gun, Tate Langdon was always capable of the unthinkable; it just took her longer to see it than others [Pre-Murder House / S1].

*American Horror Story fanfic* Tate has been counting the lonely days since Violet pushed him away. Easily becoming jealous over any boy she comes into contact with. His love for Violet is still strong even if Violet's for him isn't. But will Tate soon move on from Violet when a new family moves into the famous 'Murder House'? Will a young, mysterious and gothic girl make Tate's love shoot towards her?

Disclaimer: this story does not follow the plot line of Murder House. This was written in 2016 when I was 13 years old. I was depressed and going through an eating disorder. This story reflects on that. I wrote it as an outlet. Tate Langdon doesn't know how to love. He is a confused teenage boy. But, one day a girl his age moves to new York and happens to live next door to Tate. She changes his life. Little does Tate know.. he changed hers, too. Read to know all the things they go through together <3

What if there was never a Violet? {Discontinued Indefinitely}