The Snow

I sat in my cold, dark cell with only the walls to keep me company. The bed was made of hard wood and I had only a thin cloth to keep my limbs from the cold. I looked up through the barred window, and from the heavens fell the very thing I had been waiting for. I reflected on what had happened in the past three months. I lay down on the cold, stone floor and closed my eyes. I had flash-backs from when I was a child playing in the snow when Mum was still alive. Making snowmen, laughing, playing and realised that we can't choose who lives and who dies, it's just not our choice to make. When the flash-backs faded I let death wash over me and silently thanked Tom for putting me behind bars and letting me end my life so I could finally be with Mum again.