Emberwood There's a party and we're all going

Hirundo stared at the ground. Everyone left. The cold, suffocating hollowness in his chest yawned open again. He tried to turn away from it; he tried to hide it; but here it was, in brown-furred mirror. He could turn away from her and leave, too. Instead, he sat down, watching the woman grieve.

Hirundo took a deep breath.

Not all gone. You're still here, he said gently. He paused. You're here, and you have to keep going.