This is my first fanfic! I own nothing, blah blah routine stuff. Hope you enjoy! Pardon my writing skills, it's been a while since I had any kind of grammatical reminding.

The sky was white , as was the ground which was covered in a blanket of snow. The snow was still falling, falling in a slow, methodic silence. It was later in the day, which Morticia was thankful for because the brightness of the bare sky was less intense against her pale blue eyes. She lay amongst the fallen and falling snow, staring absently into the void above her. Her skin was without contrast to the snow falling around her. The only difference being the slight iridescent, pearly glow of her pale skin. The harmony only broken by long, cascading raven hair and lips more red than the finest wine.

The snow was beginning to slowly bury her, uncaring where it fell. Her black dress was barely visible beneath the untouched snow. She wasn't wearing her coat, but she didn't mind. Her body was numb against the cold, and it was almost pleasant. Morticia blinked slowly as the small flakes fell onto her long lashes. Her blinking being the only movement aside from her shallow breathing. Her chest barely rising beneath the snow, constricted by her painfully tight corset. Morticia closed her eyes, wishing she could forget the world around her. There was only silence, even the sound of the snow wasn't enough to break the stillness.

Gently, Morticia raised her hand from the unbroken snow. Reaching above her head, her fingers slowly swept across the smooth stone, catching at times on the carved letters. Her mind wondered to the letters, so familiar with their shape. Thoughts of her responsibilities clawed at her mind, but she didn't want to think about them. She only wanted to lay in the silence and trace her fingers over the smooth letters of the headstone. Try as she might, the thoughts continued to intrude on her peacefulness. Swimming together at once, clouding her reverie. The children, her plants, her home, her life! Everything that was her seemed to come at once, pleading for her attention.

Her eyes calmly opened, and she rose from her somber bed of snow. Still sitting, she looked forward, her home barely visible beyond the curtain of snow. Inside those walls, everything that was her. Yet, she wished she could remain where she was forever. Forget the mundane world around her. It had been more than a year since she felt anything resembling her abstraction. She shivered as the thoughts crept back into her mind. His scent still lingered around her, no matter how often she washed the sheets. There was always the whispered scent of his cigars, his cologne, and his flavor. Her head slowly turned to look behind her, her eyes dancing across the letters. A single, glistening tear rolled down her cheek at the sight of the words. The words which seemed so unnatural and beyond the imagination as they stood alone without hers. Morticia's eyes wondered down to the script below the familiar name. The words brought to life her continuous nightmares. Nightmares of an angry storm, and an angry sea. Her breath caught in her throat as she imagined his sinking features vanishing quietly beneath the darkness.

Suddenly, she heard a small voice ringing from the silence, "Mother," it echoed. She sighed heavily at this beckoning, knowing it meant her solemn musing was at an end. She stood gracefully, snow falling from her dress. Morticia moved elegantly across the untouched snow. She stopped at the iron gates and glanced back behind her, pondering why she chose this place to escape to. The was nothing under the snow, under the earth, under the grave.

Don't worry, this story isn't over yet.