She hadn't been prepared. Even if she had known that it would happen any day now, she hadn't been prepared for it to come. She hadn't been, and honestly she didn't think she would've ever been. The girl had never experienced the death of a close one, Junior'd death had been the nearest thing she had ever felt and that had ended up being fake. When Junior fake-died, a wave of awareness hit her in the face. She had learned to be conscious of the value of life and how volatile it could be.
She had learned to appreciate the days she had, to thank the world for every morning she woke up; because now she knew there was a very real chance of her simply not opening her eyes one day. That was why she enjoyed the simple things, the flowers, the ocean, the clouds and the celestial bodies specially.
Like the Alpha, Amelie had been silently coiled up against the trunk of a tree her eyes glued to the moon. It was then that she heard Peregrine's lament rise through the Plateu. His voice was painfully calm and sent rippling waves of impotence and sadness flow through her veins.
She got up, her knees shaking a bit, and wobbled her way onto the place Perry's call had come from. Her eyes fell on the figure of her grandfather laying still against the floor, which slowly seeped away every remaining heat from his body. She repressed a whine and crawled to him, barely acknowledging Peregrine in the midst of her grief. When she reached him, she simply pressed her nose against him, feeling the cold of this dead body and the stiffness of his skin.
"Bye", she breathed softly as she finally allowed the river of tears to sprout from her face.
