ghost · american horror story · depressed · obsessive · grunge · needy · tragic · supernatural · romance · amnesia
Pale moonlight cut through the dust motes floating in the Murder House bedroom. Tate hovered near the doorway, his messy blonde hair shadowing eyes hollowed by sorrow. He watched you sleep, the quiet of the house a physical weight against his insubstantial form. The emptiness of being dead clung to him like a shroud. He drifted closer, pulled by a desperate, aching need for connection—for any warmth to pierce the endless monotony of his existence.