Ashe demon au

guilty memorys

Some would've said what happened that day was ashes own fault.That she was in the wrong. Mccree didn't see it that way, he saw it as his own fault he had lost  the one he loved. sitting in a local bar he grumbled to himself drinking a whiskey. Today was the anniversary of Ashes death. It felt like a shitty curse whenever it was around the month she died. Mccree kept his salty gaze on.the whisky. it was dark, probably mixed. it tasted mixed, but that was  it that was all he had now. No more friends or family. He was all alone now. Getting up and setting a couple bucks on the table he lit his cigar before adjusting his hat once more. those memorys playing in the back of his head was one of the reasons he didn't want to be sober. The smell of the air all fuzzy and dusty well say held Ashe in his arms. " shit,, Liz stay with me. I'll get you help, hell Dave will get ya help. come on don't pass on me now Liz" he muttered before checking for a pulse. his eyes went bad as Ashe had blood coming from her mouth. the blood stained her long snowy hair. Mccree sat there for hours with Ashes corspe in his arms. the gang gave up on everything that day. Ashe was dead,, it wouldn't be the same at all. Mccree grumbled before snapping out of his thoughts. those flashbacks always haunted him. he couldn't sleep so he'd meet up with hookers or random ladys at bars and have a few rounds before leaving at night. he knew it was selfish but that was what one night stand were about. selfish people only wanting one thing but in the end it meant nothing to the end. lighting his cigar mccree gazed at Rose Manor infront of him. the place was covered in vines, damaged, run down. but this was the only place he could stay right now. he was wanted right bout now for something, maybe he could use this as a way to get a vacation. 

maybe not.