not part of this realm [Isabell/Jacob]

Three days has passed. Three days that I've been unable to sleep more than a few minutes at a time. I keep seeing his face and her fire. My mind replays their deaths like a capitol movie on repeat. The same thing every night like a cinema and no matter what I do, I can't shake the feeling that I let him down. I promised him that I would try my best to get him home and the prayers and wishes and Jory's superstitious luck rituals and everything just couldn't help. No matter what, day five sent Zagreus the same fate day four had sent my sister. He at least got to see one more day then her. His death wasn't as brutal, or so it would seem.

The morning dew coated the grass just like it did every morning, but as I left the house, the violin was tucked under my arm. The bow was caught between my first two fingers and my thumb. My wrist had been wrapped for several days, and today, the bright bruise is on display. It paints my pinky down to a few inches below my wrist. Narrowly missed being broken when the wall caught the blunt force of my angered trauma at seeing her name etched across the tombstone illegally.

Today, I hope that Zagreus won't be mad at me when I visit him. I should have came the day he was brought back and laid to rest upon his final resting spot. He's not far from Cecilia's forever bed. It's probably a good forty paces away, but I can see them perfectly if I go to visit one or the other. I only could see it from Jory's mound when they gathered. I was afraid to go. I was afraid to see his family's faces and I was afraid to see if the necklace was still present.

"Damn capitols probably kept it for themselves." My voice cracks from under the pressure the closer I get to the gate. Before I enter, my throat starts to burn and I have to literally turn away and breath. I breath slowly and squeeze the bow before perking up the courage to enter through the gates. "I'm here. I'm coming to visit you."

The paths through the graveyard just seem so worn, but also hardly trampled with little foot traffic. Seems that not a lot of people come to visit the ones that have passed but I can't help not to visit. My sister is here and so is Ivan. They deserve to not be alone and it wouldn't be right. Ivan's marker comes into view and I stop for a moment, giving a subtle nod to him and the further I walk I notice the hue of purple that is decorated around Cecilia's. Flowers have started to grow again and it makes me happy to think that she's taken care of. What starts to upset me is the dark brown dirt, freshly piled upon the ground and my stomach turns to knots.

"Hey bud. I'm sorry that I didn't greet you when you got here. I had to redo the strings on the violin and stuff. I needed to make sure that... you know - they were perfect so you could hear the new verse for you. I didn't want to invade your family time..." I keep standing where I am, feeling the uneasy wind against my neck and a light pressure pushes against my back as I feel Cecilia's presence surrounding me.

My fingers pick up the violin and cradle it against my chin as the sound soon haunts the graveyard for an endless amount of time. Over and over again does the tune carry on. I am lost to the world.