Mourner's Night

A lot of the procession is, admittedly, rather lost on her given its silent nature. She feels the cold winter air, the warm flickering of the candle, the steady rumble of feet and whispers, that atmosphere alone having to carry her through until the singing begins. Which it does, well enough.

She doesn't sing. She stands and listens, taking it in and thinking about the people she's lost. Her mother, a freak accident. Her father, fading away long before the horrors of Ivy Meadows (easier to think about the dementia, these days, rather than let her mind linger on the truth, on the terrible things Elias forced her to know, forced her to feel—)

And then the singing ends, and Melanie takes the audible cue to blow out the candle, and she lingers a while to listen to the sounds of the gathering slowly dispersing.

She doesn't need to follow any lights to make her way home, after all.

Wildcard

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