Aim to be clear

Chapter 21

The day went by slowly. It mostly consisted out of sulking or crying, holding each other and mourning. Barely anything was said, they were taking their time. Death wasn't easy on anyone.

By the next day, Lynx, Danny and Isla were a lot better. Hamish was still sulking and didn't understand how the others in his household were acting like it was months ago instead of just a couple of days. He decided not to bring it up because if that was their way of mourning, it was their choice. He knew that Isla and Edmund were raised to let things go. 'Always looking forward, the things in the past had already happened and were unchangeable. You carry bad things with you but you couldn't let it slow you down.'. Things like that.

He remembered Isla telling him that their parents would say that a lot. Hamish suspected Daniel and Lynx were raised the same. Not that he thought it was healthy. But if it was their way of coping, who was he to say something about it? Everyone mourns in theri own way and on their own time.

Also the younger Moore siblings didn't really have time to mourn. Well, same as Isla and Edmund they were learned to leave the past behind but never forget it. They putted their feelings into little boxes and started to think about what would happen next. Basically ignoring the problem until they were alone to cry their eyeballs out. Normal teenage stuff, you know.

Before Danny could even start to tell her about the plan he and his grandfather had formed, his sister turned to him. "When am I going?" she asked. Lynx didn't really want to ask but she knew it had to be done.

Daniel looked perplexed at his sister. She sighed and gave him a sad smile. "Don't tell me you thought I wouldn't find out." Lynx let out a small but humourless chuckle at her brother's face. The girl had found out years ago. Lynx was anything but stupid. At first she was angry at them for thinking of sending her away but she eventually understood why.

His mouth was opening and closing like a fish. How could she know? Why am I strangely not suprised? Wait, are we thinking about the same thing? Course we are, it's Lynx were talking about. What am I supposed to do? Thoughts were racing through Daniel's mind but none got answers.

"Danny?" Lynx asked, trying to get his attention. She knew her brother could be weird sometimes but he was looking like a moronic fish. Was moronic even a word? Eh, Lynx decided it was a good word to describe Danny at the time.

He shook his head, trying to get the unnecessary questions out of his head. "How-, how did you know?"

Lynx let out a humourless chuckle while averting her eyes to the floor "Come on Danny. Did you seriously think I wouldn't find out. I'm a kid, not an idiot, you know.

Daniel was stumped. He was just 12 when he and his grandpa started planning but his 4-year old sister was able to eavesdrop on them. How could he not realise that? 

But before Danny could say anything Lynx spoke again. "You didn't answer my question though. When do I have to go Danny?" She swallowed the lump in her throat. The girl did not want to leave but it was what gran'pa Eddy planned and thought was right for her. Both Lynx and Daniel trusted their grandfather blindly.

When Danny saw Lynx whiping the tears away that started forming in her eyes, it became hard for him to speak. How could his 10-year old sister be more mature than him. She didn't want to go but still she brought up the subject. Not because she wanted to but because she knew it was what was right. Lynx knew it wasn't just herself she had to keep safe. She knew about the meaning of her scar. It wasn't just a danger for herself but also for the people around her.

"You'll have to leave as soon as possible Stribor. I don't want you to but, you know-" He stopped himself and buried his face into his sister's hair. 

Lynx felt the top of her head getting wet, her brother was crying. She clamped onto her brother as if he were her only life-line. She was only able to held her tears for about a second before she completely broke down in her brother's arms.

Both Moore children grabbed onto each other. They were each others only closest family and they did not want to let go of each other so they just hugged tighter and cried their harts out.