Blackfeather Woods The day I lost my other half...

No, he was not getting up."Peitro, please wake up," She begged him, although the reality that he would not wake up set in. She looked defeated, something she had never, never experienced in her entire life. Somehow, she had always been able to overcome doubt.. but this was something else entirely. She had been the watcher, the involuntary baby sitter. And she failed. She was a failure, to him, and now he would not wake. "Kendra. I-I think he's gone," She turned to the girl, breaking at the sight of her broken expression. "Kendra, you can't do anything now. He's already gone," She moved to comfort her, but the girl flung herself at the unmoving figure of her brother.

"Kendra, leave him. Leave him," She moved to pull the girl away, but it was not a forceful intent. Nothing good would come of what Kendra was doing, although it may have seemed like a smart move. Peitro was dead. He was dead, and his blood still seeped, an image she would never get out of her mind. "He's dead," Her mouth moved, although she did not feel it, her throat felt like it was closing up although she did not gasp for air. It was all her fault. She had one job.. blood... she failed.. death.