Guilt is a bitter brew

Had she not been so filled with grief Poem might have thought more heavily about what Sirius had just done. Allowing her to return to her family during such a tragic time. Maybe it would help sway her opinion of him in time. The girl rushed to Motif’s side, pressing herself firmly against her sister’s side. Her tears continued without prompting as Motif spoke up. She wanted someone to blame for all of it, for the pain that held tightly to her heart. She knew it wasn’t Motif though.

”You didn’t do this Mo,” she said with conviction but sadness. ”You didn’t know any of this would happen, you couldn’t know.” She hiccuped through her heavy sobs. Poem just wanted to hug her mom again. To bury her face in her fur and breathe in her warm homey scent. To tell her how much she loved her.

She held tightly to her sister, even as she fell to the ground and cried as heavily as Poem did. ”Shh, Motif.” She whispered comfortingly as she confessed what she did to their father. ”Does he.. He doesn’t know?” She had been making an attempt to come to terms with the fact since leaving Sirius. Could she even say the words? Why did all of this have to happen? She wanted her mom, to be that tiny puppy again curled beside Shaye’s warm belly. Tears spilled renewed down her cheeks as she mourned her heavy loss.