Cassandra Vaughn was with Tate Langdon on that fateful day in 1994. Together in life and in death, the duo find love despite the difficulty of the afterlife. The intrusion of the Harmon family spirals into a nightmare that Cassandra uses to their ad...
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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑
𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙎 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝘿 𝙃𝙀𝙍 golden hair. The way it glistened under the soft glow of the Tiffany glass. The sound of little feet tapping on the wooden floor. Hearing her father run after her was just as sweet.
Cass couldn't help but think back to when she was in grade school, her disdain for the color of her mother's hair engrained in her mind. The day she met Tate made her question her stance. Now, as her daughter ran toward her with her father's color, there was no mistaking the love she felt for its angelic appearance.
Jules's pale blue eyes took in everything around her, brimming with curiosity. Her father's eyes were dark, but they always landed on Cass.
Tate Langdon had found peace at last. He was gentle with his daughter, the shining star in his life. He never really slept, but on the occasion he was soundly in bed with his wife by his side, he would always be excited to see Jules in the morning.
He was fascinated with how much she'd grown. With every achievement she'd made as a baby. When she said her first word, a simple "Mama", he realized he couldn't wait to have conversations with her about anything and everything. When she took her first steps, he was overjoyed, running through the house with her on his arm.
He took time in the day to give her small lessons, to teach her new words, or introduce her to new shapes and songs. Often in the afternoons, as the sun sat low on the Los Angeles horizon, Tate and her would sit on the brick patio and watch the outside world. She hadn't experienced it, but she knew there were trees and cars and dogs past the sidewalk. Tate talked to her like a friend. They were inseparable.
Cass never expected the strong bond they would form, but she admired it dearly. They were her favorite people in the world, after all. She'd never felt more human. More needed. It was a time of great light in the Murder House.
