it comes in waves. [p]

[cygnus]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px;"][font=calibri]In just mere seconds, the past two and a half months of agony had turned tables. Endlessly searching for her brother as the days got shorter and colder, and the nights became treacherous and unforgiving. Still, she pressed on. Eddie's words were barely audible, it seemed, as once the dawn of realization hit her, her world had gone silent. Wren wanted to ask questions, she wanted to gain clarification on the circumstances of his death, but she could form nothing, except for the intense feeling that she was going to vomit.

She dismounted her horse carefully, her hands shakily rising to cover her mouth as the sea of emotions began to crash over her. No tears came, though. "I-I, I-don't, I don't understand, what happened? Why did he have a dying wish to begin with?" she bombarded Eddie with loaded questions, voice quivering with either unidentified anger, grief, or a mixture of the two. She stumbled over to the delicate grave, feeling a wave of disgust ride over her. Based on Eddie's words, Victor had spent his last moments with him. At this thought, Wren quivered in a mixture of disbelief and the feeling of utter disrespect.

Wren intended to bend down at her brother's grave, but the weight of the world shoved her cruelly to her knees. No words, no sounds could escape Wren's mind, but she knew she was angry. Victor had been healthy, and he would have never kept something of this degree from her. Not after all they had been through. Wren hung her head and began to allow the tears to flow through their course.