Tired of saying goodbye

Gloom was, frankly, a mess. But could you really blame her? She'd only just started to process that her mother was dying, had said her last goodbyes and had only barely returned to The Hallows when-

Gloom was tired of grief. She was tired of the yawning hole in her chest and the pain she felt as everyday the scent of Audra in this room grew weaker and weaker. Gloom sometimes, all the time really, wished she'd go to sleep and not wake up in the morning. What was she supposed to do now? Did she go back to Ashen to be with her brother but be constantly reminded of the life she'd only just started dreaming of every time she saw her nieces and nephews? Did she stay here, connected to Audra but utterly alone with the only support system she'd had here gone? Mercilessly Gloom still woke every morning, feeling cold without the warmth that had so quickly become familiar and comforting.

As Gloom blinked already sore, tired and dry eyes she felt her stomach twist. When was the last time she'd eaten? Probably longer than would be advised but she could barely get through anything, it only took a few bites before she felt sick and had to stop lest her body lose what few nutrients she had already ingested. Slowly the woman dragged herself, bedraggled and red-eyed out of the room she had shared with Audra and down to the courtyard. More on autopilot as her body finally took over if only to keep her moving and alive a little longer.

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