*Jemima*
My Aunt fell to the ground, Mistoffelees quickly trying to save her. Hugging onto her for her own life.
I felt funny. Confused, in a sense. I knew that she'd died. I watched it happend. I understood that. But I didn't understand this feeling I felt. It was a pain I'd never had before, not like when I fell and scraped my pelt. No. This was a aching, burning, pain in my heart. But deeper than my heart. In my own Jellicle soul.
My Aunt Rimabeth was gone. She was one of the best friend I'd ever had. She was kind, graceful, beautiful, strong. She was always there for me when I'd needed it. No matter what she was doing, she'd drop it and come to help me. It was odd knowing that I would never get the chance to talk to her again. Knowing I would never see her laugh at her own advice, or smile and hug me, no more lullabies before sending me home. No more Aunt Rimabeth.