heavenward

Burial closed his eyes, breathing in through his nose.

Lily stroked his hair and nodded along gently as he spoke. Frost had crept up the hotel's windows, spinning icy webs across the glass.

She laid back a little, propping herself up on the uncomfortable hotel pillows. She shifted around a bit, and looked back down at the disaster of a man whose head was in her lap.

Lily gently smiled.