This is our story.

Its now or never

•Colby's pov•

Today's it.

I'm lying in bed procrastinating.

To be honest I don't want to go.

But I don't really think I have a choice anymore.

I climb out of bed and waddle over to my wardrobe.

I look through trying to find anything suitable for today.

The majority of my clothes are black so I have a wide variety of choices.

I grab a black turtleneck and matching jeans.

It was snowing outside.

It had been all night.

The ground was iced in powdery snow that little kids and playing and screaming in outside.

Happy screams their not getting murdered...... well I hope not at least.

I've had enough murder for this week.

My hands fiddle with the chain of the bracelet I had wrapped around my wrist.

I sigh and grab my bag.

I walk out the house and down the road.

I keep to the same path keeping my head down until I reach the church.

I'm about 10 minutes early so there's not many people here.

"Colby!"

a broken voice calls out,

Mrs Davis,

Lilly's mum.

She comes over and pulls me into a hug.

I'm pretty sure we're both feeling the same right now.

"Hey Mrs Davis, how you holding up?"

I ask hugging back even though contact isn't really my thing.

"The best you can be i guess, what about you? I understand she means as much to you as she does to me."

I sigh,

Do i lie?

Or do i tell the truth?

"In all honesty no, but i'm trying..."

Guess i'm telling the truth for once.

She ruffles my hair.

"You always have Colby... do you think you can speak for us or is it too much too soon?"

She says pulling away from the hug.

I quickly scan my eyes around the room seeing that half the seats where now full,

More people were coming in and there were small groups of people chatting in hushed voices.

I look back over at Mrs Davis and look at her properly,

Her normally optimistic eyes were dull and saddened,

She usually wore her face with a smile but now it seemed forced and like she was on the verge of breaking down,

Mrs Davis was the closest thing I've had to a mother.

And it hurts to see her normally smiling face sad worried and tired.

"I'll do it."

I say barely audible,

And not gonna lie a part of me hopes she doesn't hear,