Title: "As Ashes Fall"
Warnings/Spoilers: Everything belongs to Ryan Murphy; I just bring the characters out to play. A drabble.
Summary: A funeral reflection.
The ashes fell lightly. All she imagined while scattering them was finding the limp body, Vicodin spilled on the bathroom rug and broken glass from the Whiskey bottle littering the tile. Those few moments of happiness shared weren't enough to bring her back after the accident. She just wanted to walk again. She should be allowed to walk once more for that act. But that wasn't what the doctor said. Even though she struggled on with physical therapy, she was never the same. Now Sam was gone and what Brooke still held in her hand was all she had left.