Monique.Vdb
Changes are always the hardest. Breaking up with someone, losing a loved one, accidentally making a deal with the god of the underworld and now you're his personal culinary chef
The evidence of the man's trek was made visible by the footprints that sunk into the snow, he would be a dead man soon. Ronnie would find him, he would take his shotgun and empty it out into his back, maybe his head, if he felt like it. The blood drops were so fresh it melted the snow and then froze as it cooled down, creating a died down shade of the colour that Ronnie liked so much.
Old coats are the best. They smell like previous songs, get warm like our terrible but beautiful memories and give the comfort of years when we felt safe but the years we don't want to go back to.