Autumn

I always knew my death would be by the hands of winter and at the mercy of the snow. As if my cold heart wasn't enough for my family to contend with, my actual death was a blow even my estranged couldn't fathom. It's not like my betrothed should feel bad; how were they even to know that I was drowning. Sure they tried to reach out, and sure, I tried to fit in; but like the seasons before I was destined to fall. #ProseChallenge