The cold doesn't seem strong enough to end someone. There's no blood on the ground, no wound, no telltale sign except the frozen heart and hands and eyes turned dull as old coins and breath stopped in her chest and frozen blood sloshing and the wolf curling up next to her, keeping the warmth at bay and she can't this can't I can't
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Minnesota Goodbyes
Teen FictionM., a college sophomore, is haunted by the events of a year ago that ended another girl's life. In an attempt to clear her conscience, she writes her confession down in a battered notebook addressed to a stranger. This search for redemption is far m...
