The Aftermath
PH_Walker
{Trigger warning; viewer's discretion advised}
We've all heard of the stories, the ones where somebody takes their life in the end, the ones where there's no point to go from to develop or move on the plot once it's through, the ones that have the power to make a grown man cry.
And then, of course, there's mine.
The type where everything I thought would make everything better was about as wrong as a nun trying to sell herself off as a prostitute, the type where I have to live with my own actions everyday instead of somebody else's.
The aftermath, I like to call it.
The aftermath of one big, fat mistake.