[ P ] erase me

It had only been a day. A day. There was still dirt on his paws from when he'd helped his father and sister bury her behind the cottage they all called home. He hadn't known what to say then but tons of stuff came to mind now that it was too late. None of them had really known what to say or do as Sorcha became sicker and sicker until eventually, the unknown illness claimed her life. Gwydion had tried to help but he was useless, only a student of medicine and if he were only a student the doctors that had come by were no better. They had not been able to figure out what was wrong and they had not been able to help. So he had just focused on making her more comfortable in the end.

A tear rolled down his cheek and he lifted a paw to wipe it off before throwing back another drink. He was feeling the effects already but he didn't want to stop until he was numb.

He'd left home to return to school but he couldn't do that either, so he'd come here. He'd come to this quiet little bar to have some quiet alone time and it wasn't doing him any better. Nothing seemed to sate the growing pain in his chest as realization sunk in that he would never see his mother again. He'd never hear or voice or listen to her words of wisdom. No matter the trouble he'd gotten in, she'd always been there for him. No matter what.

"Fuck," he growled into his empty glass. More tears threatened to fall but he held them back, trying his best not to think about her or the fact that she was gone. He just wanted to drink and... and something. He didn't know just what yet but a distraction was what he needed.