She kissed each individual envelope, whispering her prayers to the words written on them.

Please, she begged as she dug the cold earth with her frostbitten hands. Please let someone help me.

I'm sorry.

I take it all back.

When the hole was big enough, when it could hold every one of her letters, she laid her regrets to rest and covered them up. Snow was falling thick; she doubts anyone can find them. The old hag was probably just messing with her, but she couldn't take that risk.

The past few years had been torcherous for her. Is there anything she could do to make it all go away? Every nightmare, every regret, every wish to erase everything and start over?

The girl understands though. Deep down, as deep as the roots of the wizened tree, she knows she had paid dearly enough.

Will they know?

Will they take her back?

No, she acknowledges. They will never.

There's no one to blame but me.

A.N. - That was my first shot at a story that would be written entirely by me! I have absoulutely no idea where this will go, so I hope this'll be a lovely journey for all of us.