Guilt is a bitter brew

Poem was nearly silent as she walked, following the last bit of her mother left here. She cried most of the journey as well, unable to deal with her grief without the visual representation of her sorrow. She couldn’t get over not being able to see her mother again, not being able to bring her sister home in time. She felt guilt and loss and she hated it. Hated that her mother had died, hated that she hadn’t been there, hadn’t been able to help. She couldn’t do anything, Shaye was gone and there was nothing she could do.

The girl tried not to hate herself for it. If she had been stronger, if she had beaten Sirius the first time. She would have been home with her mom, she would have been able to talk to her once more, to ask her all of the things she hadn’t previously. It was all so unfair.

She made her way as quickly as possible, Winter leading her to where Motif lingered alone. Poem raced to her side, her heart aching. ”Mo,” she said softly, completely unable to keep her tears from spilling from her eyes.