November 7, it was a day Isabella dreaded more than anything. It's been a year now and the closer that day got the more restless she got. She had thought about leaving, going far far away from everyone but in the end, she did not have it in her to leave her family around this time of the year. Perhaps she was also scared of drowning in her grief all alone. Isabella was more quiet than usual, she hid herself away in a fairly abandoned corner of Sept-Tours. The place seemed so cold and quiet and she knew he would have hated it. He had always been the life of a room, the bright light. But now the light was gone. She smelled him before she heard or saw him; Matthew. Part of her wanted to run to be alone but another part of her wanted nothing more than to have company.
And so she stayed until he found her.
@clairmontblooded : "I know today is difficult for you"
She clenched her jaw, not looking up at her brother yet. "It is difficult for all of us," she said quietly, not wanting to claim the grief all for herself. Her mother was suffering, her siblings were grieving as well. But her... Isabella always tried to be a source of positivity but right now she could not find it in her.
"It still feels wrong that he is gone. I ... I still feel like he might just walk through the door, singing. But there's nothing." A bloody tear ran down her cheek. "It shouldn't have been him."
