Whiskey Words & A Shovel [h.s.]

I watched as the snow fell, and he watched as I fell apart. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to end like this. But as he said, he finally set me free. I cried on his shoulder, my voice shaky as I choked out sobs, my hands tangling in his coat as I tried to find some sort of comfort. My mind tried to make sense of how our decisions brought us to this conclusion. All it took for this night to turn to ruins were three things. Whiskey, some words, and a shovel.