Feather Twenty-One
After Kian left, Siobhan curled around herself. It hurts.
She clutched at her short hair, her chest heaving silently. It hurts.
Hot tears ran over her flushed features. It hurts.
She didn't know what to do to make it stop hurting.
Merely talking to her grandda wouldn't make it stop.
Siobhan stood. She put on a jacket, put on her shoes. Left the pub without seeing anyone – They were closed now. Just for a few hours. Perfect time to leave.
She wandered.
Found a place – A church? It feels. . . – that felt safe. That felt welcoming.
Sat down and tried to smother the hurt that poisoned her. The grief.
How do I make it stop? Please. . . make it stop.
AN: Sorry, but it's important to realize Siobhan has untreated PTSD, survivor's guilt, and similar conditions. Also, my apologies for update delays, I'll get some more chapters of Feathers – and possibly Zenku – out soon.