A/N: This is just an idea I had which wouldn't go away. I probably shouldn't start another fic, but this needed to be written. So... enjoy. Please review. This is the prologue, let me know what you think.
Snow floated down around her as she walked slowly towards the church. Her feet were bare, red and raw from walking through three inches of cold snow. She pulled her thin, moth-eaten rags of dress closer around her frail body, and staggered on.
There was nobody outside the church. She stumbled up the stairs, and twisted her ankle, falling over with a groan. She didn't bother trying to drag herself up the steps. She knew when she was defeated. Usually she would want to go out in style, but she was too weak, too defeated to care. She rolled onto her back.
"Gabriel," she said hoarsely, his name leaving her parched mouth.
She took one final, deep breath, closed her eyes, and placed her cheek on her shoulder.