The idea that she wasn't enough. It was not enough to help the one who had just died. "Caitlinn, you-" the man was cut off before he could say anything more. "I know I'm the reason she died. Those hunters were after me, not her. It's this fucking curse. If I hadn't known, if I hadn't screamed and realized. I wouldn't have known I wouldn't rush over to this house to make sure she was okay. They followed me. She had nothing to do with it, she still would. I can’t even be sure she’s okay because the damn divine forces won’t let me. Why?” It took the man bumping into a headstone or memorial, they weren't paying attention, to snap Caitlinn out of her trance. When she realized they had moved a few feet away from the other tomb, she quickly turned and walked back, muttering to herself and cursing the man. She looked towards the sky, faint rays of sunlight crossed the horizon. She knew people were starting to move. She also knew that she would have to leave soon. She just wished she hadn't