I'm crying.
That is all I know right now.
I do not know where my siblings are but I feel a body close to me,
I cannot move but I hope it is Gabriel or Tatiana or both of them,
I do not want anything else than for them to be safe.
My eyes blink rapidly, tears fell and burned my sight.
A loud knock at the door makes me realize I am sobbing loudly,
It may be my father or one of his party guests so I try to keep my mouth shut.
"No."
I moan in utter agony.
Louder and louder each time the knocking on the door begins to sound like thunder.
I feel warm hands against my face and I think someone is trying to speak but I only hear his voice,
I only hear his voice telling me that there is no storm even though I can feel the hurricane in my veins.
I wait for the sting,
For the hit,
The impact,
Nothing comes and I cry again.
"I'm sorry."
I'm sorry for this gaping wound I do not know how to heal, I apologize for the way it stains the new furniture,
I'm sorry I can't seem to stop crying.
You know, I guess somebody died? And it's stupid, you don't need to tell me twice, but I'm not over it.
I guess something happened that gutted my so deep I am still trying to pull my insides back to me.
"Gideon…."
He never said my name like that.
"It's okay…."
He never said things like that.
I cannot even remember what he sounds like but every rumble, every creek belongs to him
But hands pull me close and lips touch my cheek and I realize,
It isn't him I'm hearing,
Only the muscle memory his voice left behind.
I am not even sure I remember it right.
"It's okay, we're okay."
I believe her.