Invisibility was a trick of the Fae. It was not simply the ability to disappear behind trees quickly, blending in with the foliage, or walking so softly no one would ever hear them. Invisibility could come from those skills but it could also be a product of glamour. Glamour was never simply the capability to change one?s physical appearance but also to hide that true physical appearance from others, projecting an illusion onto their minds. In this case, Jewell intended to project nothing?simply air.

While she had adamantly refused to leave her house, and even her room, after Skyler?s death, she needed to see something through and it could not wait any longer. She refused to take the chance that Tommy would destroy the few items of Skyler?s that she needed to hold on to. Armed with a box, she left the comforting space of her room through the window.

It was a quick walk to Cosmo Beach, her feet new it painfully well. Before she approached the house, she devised that magical illusion around her. Now she was no more than a passing breeze at most. Still, she did not risk the front door but went around to the back. She gained entrance through Skyler?s second story window, freezing the lock with a mere wave of her hand. Sometimes, her magic came easier to her when she was in such a tumultuous emotional state.

Stepping inside, her feet never touched the floor. She knew she could walk as silently as any Elf but she did not want to chance the other occupants of the house even noticing the faintest of her movements. Looking around for the first time, she inhaled sharply. She had promised herself she wouldn?t start to cry, that she?d just steal?although, in her mind it was not stealing as she considered his things now her own?his things and leave. It proved to be a broken promise, tears already started to well in her eyes as she inhaled the scent, his scent, which pervaded the space.

She reached out, touching one of the nearby candles that was still around from that night she surprised him; her hand recoiled as if burned. All of those memories hurt now. She steeled herself, setting the box down on the bed and moving about quickly to gather items that she refused to leave behind; she didn?t know how long she had until she was discovered missing at home or until someone happened to walk into Skyler?s room at the mansion.

The plushie of herself that she had given him was the first thing she picked up, squeezing it to her chest a moment to gain some measure of comfort. It didn?t work, nothing was comforting to her anymore. She set it into the box.

The next item she picked up was his samurai sword, Wang. She handled it so lovingly, delicately, as she set it inside the box. She remembered him telling her about when he received it from his father, how he had taught himself how to use it. He had drawn it on her behalf in the alley that time, when they faced Alex, Lain, and Renna together.

Her tears fell silently, unchecked, now.

She found his ledger on the table besides him bed, opening it quickly to ascertain what it was before it was shut once more. She would decide later if she wanted to read it, torture herself with further insight to him. For now, it was lovingly placed in the box along with the other two items.

Other possessions quickly followed, silly things, perhaps. His brown suede jacket that he had lent her once, she always thought he looked so handsome in it; one of his black hoodies that he used to hide beneath; a few shirts; his favorite Rolex that he wore when he dressed up. She searched through everything in a quick and proficient manner, even when tears obscured her sight. It was done neatly, too; she didn?t want to leave any sign of her presence.

The blaster she had given him was set in the box on top of the clothing she had pilfered. She had given him a key to her house at that time too, so he wouldn?t have to climb through her window anymore. She wiped at her face messily with the sleeve of her shirt, like a child would, sniffling quietly. She had a few more things to collect including any note she had ever given him that she could find as well as any pictures that existed of him. She didn?t really need the pictures, though, she had every line of his face memorized.

One thing that she found amongst his possessions was a gift from Wyheree?a bracelet made of glittery ice links with a charm, it looked just like his sword, attached. She stood in the room, staring at it in her hand. Why couldn?t he have been wearing this at the time? He could have called on Wyh, she would have come, and he would still be with her, with both of them. She knew, on some level, that this whole ordeal was putting her sister through hell as well. She clutched the bracelet tightly in her hand, frustrated, before she slid it into her pocket. This too would be treasured.

When she was done, she set the box aside and curled up on the bed. She could see and hear the ocean from there, but that too failed to bring any comfort and was ignored. Rather, she closed her eyes and inhaled his scent again, indulging herself. Her fingers dug into the sheets as she thought about all of the times she had curled up on this bed waiting for him to get back from work or the times she had snuck in to surprise him. Victorious, after beating Cory at a fistfight one night, she had jumped on this bed to wake him up and tell him.

They had loved each other in this room. She didn?t want to leave it behind. She wanted to take it all if she could, steal it away in that box and treasure it forever. She forced herself off the bed, leaving crinkled sheets behind. She looked around once more, biting back a sob as she whispered, ?I love you.?

Grabbing one more thing before she left?it was the music player that had all those old love songs on it, something nice to torment herself with later?she grabbed the overflowing box and left the room as stealthily as she had entered. She raced back to her own house, letting the illusion fall from her, eager for the solitude of her bedroom.