It was getting close to Jacks Death anniversary, and Emma heart felt cold and bitter. She hated this, absolutely despised it. She wanted to hurt herself so she wouldn't have to go through this each year. Every year, the whole village would gather around the pond before it began to freeze, everyone would then place small candle lit lanterns and let them float upon the ice cold water in memory of Jack.
And she hated it.
It made her remember, how she had dragged him towards the pond with excitement How her mother had told them to keep safe, Jack had told her that they would. She was the one who ruined it all. It was all her fault; she knew it for sure now. Nothing and no one could change her mind.
She knelt down on the ground shivering slightly because her knees were on the freshly fallen snow. She could feel the frost slithering up her body. She watched as the lanterns floated towards the middle of the pond, where Jack had fallen. Emma teared up; she hated this, remembering Jack. There was a pain in her heart, each time she thought of his death, of his last day.
She didn't want to cry, but she did so anyways. She wiped her tears upon her sleeves, it had been three years now and she still couldn't help but cry at the thought of her older brother. She cried often, because everything around her reminded her of Jack.
Someone gently placed a hand upon hers; she turned her head to see her mother giving her a small smile, her eyes reading Emma's thoughts. Her mother's eyes were telling her that it wasn't her fault. Her mother knew she still blamed herself and every day, her mom always was there telling her that it wasn't.
Emma just wondered if her mother really thought so.