“Sitting there by a fires light on a cold winter's night. She sat there deep in her thoughts, not caring for the wind as it fought against the trees and the snow outside her home, all she knew was she was terribly alone. If she listened closely she could hear the cries of her past, wanting her to come rest upon their lap. Remove the mortal coil of doubt and misery, just one more drink, cold and bitterly. Yet she knows that deep within her mind, if she were to seek their slumber, never to find...”
