for old time's sake
[drabble, seth/allison, grief :(, second person pov, canon mcd, for @aftgtinyfic]
The pity in Reneeâs eyes, the worry in Danâsâall of it makes your stomach turn. âAre you sure?â Matt asks. Is it so hard to understand this trip was already planned? Never like this, with an urn on the passenger seat, the seatbelt around it a mockery. But it was going to happen. You wish youâd kept some of Sethâs hair, his teeth. Something appropriately morbid. Instead, the two of you drive off to see a lady on the border between Tennessee and North Carolina, who makes jewellery out of ashes. For the ring you never got to have.




















