Guilt is a bitter brew

Poem didn’t believe it was Motif’s fault, but the young girl wouldn’t be convinced. Everything had started to go wrong after she had left in search of Canni. She had gotten kidnapped, and sold to Sirius. Poem had given herself up to free her, and Shaye was now dead. If she had just stayed at home than none of this would have happened. They would still be a family.

She cried heavily, especially when Poem herself collapsed, the girl had always been strong enough for the both of them, Motif had relied so heavily on that strength, and found herself lost without it. “He knows, they all know, but I haven’t seen them yet, I was too scared. They’ll know it’s my fault, they hate me. Mums gone, I just want her back” she sniffed, burying her head into Poems coat.