A/N: Okay so I'm kind of obsessed with AHS. I finished the first season recently and I just love Violet and Tate. Everything between them were left so open ended so I decided to imagine the rest of their story! :)

Luci's POV

The Los Angeles air was dry, and the sun was blaring. It's September. The leaves are supposed to be changing. The smell of summer is supposed to be fading. Everything stayed lively and dead all at the same time.

I stood in front of our supposed new home. It was giant compared to our previous home in Indiana. My parents are hardworking, but we wouldn't be considered rich. I don't even know how we were able to afford such a house.

"Luci, you get your own bathroom and everything." My mom squealed. Though I am the only child, my own bathroom is a privilege I've always been denied. "Aren't you excited?"

I chose to ignore her, pretending to examine the old brick. "How can we afford all of this?"

"The price had been reduced since the last homeowners. I think it's been about 7 years since they've lived here." My dad answered.

"Why?"

"Word on the street is that this house is haunted." My mom sang.

"Great." I said sarcastically.

The inside of the house seemed so much bigger than I expected. The ceilings are high, the floors are a deep mahogany, the vintage wallpaper seemed to be in great condition.

I stepped up the stairs, the floor creaking beneath me. At the top of the stairs was a hallway with 3 doors. I opened the last door on the left. It's my room.

The walls are a forest green, and a window rested on a corner of the room. It was already furnished. A bed is pushed up against the wall, a closed closet door is on the same wall as the bed, a desk on the opposite wall from the bed with an old stereo and CD's, and a chalkboard behind the desk.

I took a look at the CD's-Ramones, Morrisey, the Drums. The last person who lived here had a great taste in music. I moved on to the closet. When I opened the door, I recognized it's full. The dusty closet was filled with floral dresses, chunky sweaters, lace up boots, and hats. It was like the last person who lived here never left.

"That's Violet's." A voice from behind me spoke, startling me. I turned around to see a boy, about my age. His messy hair was the color of honey, and his dark eyes were framed by dark purple circles.

"How'd you get in here?" I asked, my voice sounded like a collection of gasps. I don't know whether I should be afraid or charmed by this boy.

"I let myself in." He said in a monotone. "This used to be my room before it was hers."

"I'm sorry?" I asked, puzzled.

"All of this is Violet's." He choked on the name Violet.

"I still don't understand."

"She used to be my girlfriend." His voice cracked and his eyes are tearing.

"Oh," Though I still don't know what he's talking about. "I'm sorry."

"You can't be sorry for something I've done." He started growing hysterical.

I didn't know what to do. I've never seen a boy cry this hard. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."

"But you don't know." He was wiping his tears with his green and navy striped sweater and sat on the bed. "You don't know."

"I know, I don't know." I sat next to him and rubbed his back. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." He snapped.

"I'm Luci, by the way."

"I'm crazy."

Violet's POV

"Vi, honey, you need to eat." Mom said behind me. I could smell the scent of chicken noodle soup.

"What's the use?" I answered in a monotone. "I'm already dead."

The dish clattered as she set it on the nightstand. These days, I moved up to the attic with Beau. All I could do is sit on the floor, and on occasions look out the window. I can't stand being in my old room-Tate's old room.

Mom sat on the floor next to me. "Violet," she started "you can't keep doing this to yourself. It's been 7 years since-"

"Don't you dare say his name." I demanded. I tried to keep my voice steady.

"I'm sorry, Vi," she continued "I understand that all of the things he's done are unforgivable, but do you really want to keep living your life this way?"

"Living my life in what way?" My voice was starting to raise. "Mom, I don't know what to do! He's the only person I've ever loved. And I feel as big of a monster as he is knowing that I still love him now."

"I know you can't seem to forgive him for what he's done to our family." Mom said, her voice was soothing. "But I've forgotten. And in some strange way, I've forgiven him. You died before we all did. He brought us together...in the most sadistic way possible."

"He had some problems with Constance." My dad appeared on the other side of me. "He just wanted a mother, and Norah was able to play that role for him. She just wanted a baby, and he was just trying to please her."

"So are you saying you're forgiving him?" I hissed.

"That's not what I'm saying." Mom said.

"He's just trying, Vi." Dad added. "All he wants is for the people he loves to be happy, no matter what it takes. He doesn't understand that sometimes, he just can't give happiness to them."

"And I know he makes you happy." My mother said. "We hate seeing you like this."

They disappeared and left me alone. The sunlight streaming through the only window illuminated the dust floating.

They're right. I need to stop moping around. I love Tate, and he loves me. That's something no one seems to find.

I pushed the stares down and stumbled my way to my bedroom door. Tate was sitting on my bed, hysterical. And a girl right next to him.

He took his face out of his palms and looked up at me. "Vi?" He started to stand up.

Out of impulse, I ran back up to the attic.

I still don't know if I can do this.