Irene ran through the busy front lawn of Foxfire she scanned the room for her parents quickly, they were in a corner where a bunch of people were huddled around something near the base of one of the towers, Felix was right behind them,
"Let us through," her mother demanded,
"What happened?" Irene asked coming up behind them . Felix looked up at her confused, Irene pushed her way through the people.
Lane's body was on the floor twisted bloody and bruised, he looked like he had fallen from the top floor, she kneeled next to him and grabbed his wrist, the first thing that chilled her was not the lack of pulse but the feeling she a immediately got when she made contact with his skin, it was the most empty feeling she had ever, she shuddered, no pulse,
"No," she whispered, no no no no no no no, not now not, ever. No. Lane could not be gone and the last thing she said to him could not be 'hate you too,' even if it had been a joke. No.
Later that Irene couldn't remember when her parents came up behind, she didn't remember who carried her home, and she didn't remember when Wyatt showed up. All she remembered was someone sitting her up against the armrest of the couch and Felix pushing his way into her arms and resting the back the side of his head against her shoulder. They both cried for a while, until Felix fell asleep, Irene didn't though, she just listened to Felix breathing against her, and Wyatt slowly breathing on the other side if the couch. Her head burned and her throat was dry, there was probably mascara all over her face, but it wasn't like she could move, she would wake Felix up, she could hear something in the kitchen and she tried to listen to hear what it was,
"We really don't think any foul play was involved," said Councillor Emery, was it really that big a deal?
"And you're sure Lane hadn't shown any signs of wanting to end his life?" asked another voice, Magnate Leto,
"No," said both of her parents at almost exactly the same time,(it was scary when they did that,)
"He always seemed content when we were in session," Lady Arwen responded, Lady Arwen had quite a few ties to their family, she was her Empathy mentor, Lane's Empathy mentor, Wyatt's fiancée and would most likely mentor Felix at some point as well.
"It truly is most likely that a window got left open and he fell, it seems worst case scenario but in a lot of senses this situation already is," said the councillor again, two sets of footsteps echoed up the stairs,
" Arwen if you want to stay the night all the kids are on the couch," her father's voice said, she assumed there was some sort of nod involved, because another weight sat down at the other end of the sofa, Irene carefully sat up being careful not to wake up Felix. Arwen was looking at Wyatt and slowly brushing his cheek, (Irene totally shipped it but was yet to think if a couple name for them,),
"Hi," Irene mumbled, her throat was really dry, and everything thing hurt in every way imaginable. Arwen looked behind her, and met Irene's eyes,
"You doing okay?" Arwen asked, Irene shook her head, her throat hurt to badly to talk again, and she really didn't want to burst into tears,
"Do you need a hug?" Arwen asked, Irene shook her head and motioned to Felix clinging on her chest, "how bout something to drink?" she asked, Irene nodded Arwen walked away and came back using telekinesis to lift three glasses of water. She put two of them down on the table and then grabbed the third out if the air and handed it to her, Irene took a long gulp. She looked through one of the windows, it was dark.
"Sleeping people are nice, I like being able to hug people and still feel just my own emotions," Irene noted, Arwen nodded,
"Me too," Arwen looked at Irene again, " did I ever tell you about Emaleen?" she asked, Irene shook her head. "No I didn't think so, she was my sister, my twin sister to be exact, it was when we were six, we were out in the woods and she got lost, she never came back,"
"Was there ever a body?" Irene asked. Arwen shook her head, her eyes were welling with tears. Wyatt sat up all the way and buried his head in Arwen's shoulder. She looked to the side and buried her nose into the back of his head. Irene carefully laid back down on the arm if the couch, she still couldn't shake the feeling she got from touching Lane's corpse and it wasn't helping her mourning process to have the literal feeling of death added on to what she was already feeling. She already wasn't sure what to do by herself. Especially now when she wouldn't be living at home. She would be in the towers, all by herself.
Irene looked at the full locker. She had to get anything that they wanted to keep out by tomorrow or they would throw all of Lane's things out. As soon as she opened the locker a crumpled piece of paper fell out.
It was just a crumpled piece paper yet on it were two words and a picture of a swan; swan song, it read at the bottom. Irene turned around and saw the girl with the blond hair from atlantis, she shoved it at her,
"what do you know about my brother?"