"Hey, Colby. I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm gonna talk to you anyway. I don't know if you can see what's been happening since you've been gone. Everything is falling apart. I need you back, Colby. I don't know if I can continue living without you. It's getting harder and harder each day. Jake cheated on me, with Katrina. My boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. Your pink hoodie doesn't even smell like you anymore, and we got rid of all your other clothes. I'm losing every material thing I have to remember you. But I do have all the memories. That count for something, right? Please come back. I need you. You knew me better than I even know myself, and I need you to tell me what to do when, what to wear, what to eat. I need your advice. I don't know if it's just the pain from you and Katrina, or if Sam genuinely likes me right now. It's crazy to think, and I don't know how I feel about it. Yeah, I love him obviously, but I don't know if it is in that way or if I'm ready to move on from Jake. it's like I don't know how to function without you. I was on top of the world when you were here, and once you left everything came crashing down. Maybe that wasn't the best comparison, but you know what I'm getting at. I just really need you here right now." You sob and collapse onto the floor. "I just wish I could hold you again, smell you, see you, hear your laugh, see your amazing smile. I wish you could just come back, like nothing happened. I wish everything would just go back to normal, or 'normal' (you air quote with your fingers).We were never normal, but I wish we could go back to our normal. Sam needs you back. Everyone needs you. Please, show us your at least here, even though you can't be here physically. Please." You sit on his floor, balling your eyes out. All of a sudden, the closet door slowly opens. You look at it, and slowly walk to it. You open it all the way and see something laying on the floor. You pick it up to look at it. It's his 'Take Chances' bracelet. You immediately slip it onto your wrist. "Thank you, Colby. Thank you."
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We're in this Together
FanfictionSequel to "Don't Leave." Y/N, Sam, and the rest of the Traphouse must try to move on from the tragedy, but have troubles.
