She walked with such confidence, that people thought she's a star. Her hair was wild and untamed, like her soul. Her eyes were like oceans and her skin like rain. Fresh and glimmering with health. She was everything a man could ever wish for, yet she didn't need a man. I, Miss_Little_Fool, do not claim any ownership of the American Horror Story series, the copyright goes to its rightful owners. Yet I ask to not copy my story, for it was written in my little free time with a lot of love and a weird smile on my face due to my love for James Marchs character. Do enjoy the story, but please don't copy it. Thank you. Miss_Little_Fool