Prompt: "and you're not even here / on the coldest night of the year"
Pairings: Gen
Content warnings: Allusions to canonical character death
Chapter 52: I'll leave a light on
There is a candle lit in the front window-Susan knows she's being ridiculous, but it reminds her of a story she only vaguely remembers someone telling her. Leave a candle burning in a window facing a path most likely to be tread and it'll lead the ones you most wish to come home back to you.
It's a silly story-and a waste of a good candle-and it must have come from a dream because for some reason she can only picture the story teller being a beaver. But still, the candle is lit and Susan sits next to it, wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of tea, watching the street.
It's silly and she knows it-no one came back from the train accident, not even five years ago when it happened-and yet.
The candle still burns in the window, waiting.
