Coffeeloven

The cold snow started to seep into the teen's jacket and make him shiver, a ragging headache pounded into his skull as he walked silently through the cold. His brown hair starting to become damp, he put a hand to his burning head and yawned. "Where's his house at again…?" He muttered Edgar slunk painfully forward, looking to and fro. All the houses looked the same and no one was out, the moon hung high in the sky. Blood dripped down onto the pure white snow as he planted one foot in front of the other. His voice like gravel "Which fucking house is it? Why Christmas of all days…" he growled His body screamed in pain, his hand o