[Lessons that one learns in life don't always have a resolution. One of the unfair, bitch of a things Roman has learned. No reasons for cruel intentions outside of carelessness of say a young girl's frustrated wishes and fears that shook lives as much as a bitter north wind. He doesn't know why Letha had to die, why Shelley had to leave and he had to live now with survivor's guilt but he does. Another season in life.
Letha loved the fall. She loved so many things. New England, especially Hemlock Grove, did autumn in a big way. Now it was like there was a solemn understanding to the ghastly, grinning jack-o-lanterns. It doesn't hurt for them to smile and they're just as hollow inside.
Leaves blow and crunch under the tires of his Jaguar. It's the same familiar road. He adjusts his scarf ans he slams the door shut and makes the trek down the steps to the Rumancek trailer. Roman softly whistles "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean" now and then dropping it out of a lack of commitment.
Peter looks natural laying in the dead pile of foliage.]
on a dirty ground
Letha loved the fall. She loved so many things. New England, especially Hemlock Grove, did autumn in a big way. Now it was like there was a solemn understanding to the ghastly, grinning jack-o-lanterns. It doesn't hurt for them to smile and they're just as hollow inside.
Leaves blow and crunch under the tires of his Jaguar. It's the same familiar road. He adjusts his scarf ans he slams the door shut and makes the trek down the steps to the Rumancek trailer. Roman softly whistles "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean" now and then dropping it out of a lack of commitment.
Peter looks natural laying in the dead pile of foliage.]
Don't get up.