{Colby's POV}
"I'm guessing he told you what he is?" Mrs Golbach asked. I nodded, twirling a strand of Sams hair around my finger and then letting it go, watching it bounce back neatly onto his head.
"Our whole family are just like Sam, it's been passed on from generations to generations to generations," Mrs Golbach continued.
"Those black things... the shadows. What are they?" I asked, my hand finding Sams and gripping protectively as I thought back to what they did to the poor blonde boy.
"They've been our enemies for centuries, Colby. They get their power from our powers. Confusing I know, but it's been how it works for thousands of years now," the woman continued.
"They only come out at night, 9pm to be precise. When they get us... well; you've seen what happens," Mrs Golbach sighed, sad eyes dancing over her sons weak body. The blonde boy was trying desperately to open his eyes, and I could feel slight movements from the limp hand I had encased in both my own.
"What's wrong with - is he gonna be alright?" I stuttered, worry seeping into my face more distinctively.
"He'll be like this until the next full moon. Have you ever heard of people putting crystals under a full moon, to charge them?" She asked. I nodded. My old friend Brennen used to be obsessed with crystals, shoving them out into his back garden on a full moon so they'd 'charge up'.
"Well, that's kind of what it's like for us, in the un-weirdest way possible. The shadows, they take our power, our strength; even the colour from our eyes. Everything. When we stand under a full moon, it's kind of like... a reset," mrs golbach tried to explain. I didn't really understand what she was talking about, but I sort of got the gist.
"But, how do you get out to a full moon, without the shadows getting you?" I asked hesitantly, not too keen on the idea of Sam being shoved outside where the shadows can get to him.
"The shadows, they can't come out on full moons. To be honest, I don't know why. They just never have," mrs Golbach said, staring down at her son once more. I nodded, my gaze also averting down to Sam, who's eyes had opened now. It was weird, looking into his eyes and not seeing the familiar blue, but a dull grey instead.
"It's never happened to Sam before," mr golbach interrupted, walking over to us.
"Has it happened to any of you?" I asked.
"Many, many times," Mr Golbach sighed, before walking away again.
"C-colbs," Sam stuttered once again, grasping my hand as tight as his limp one could manage.
I didn't speak, instead I leant down and gently kissed his pale forehead.
"It's alright baby," I whispered into his hair, giving his head one more peck before sitting back up.
I was surprised, to say the least, when Mr and Mrs Golbach announced that they were leaving, and would be back in a couple of hours.
"We need to get Allison and Ben back to the house, we won't be too long," mrs golbach promised.
"W-what about Sam?" I asked, confused as to how parents could leave their son in such a state.
"He's got you, hasn't he? Listen, Colby..."
Mrs golbach said softly, before approaching and sitting down next to me.
"Go on, go on out to the car, I'll meet you out there," Mrs Golbach told her family, who nodded and left the waterfall. Then, the woman turned to me, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"I've never seen Sam let somebody in, the way he's done with you. He trusts you more than anyone on this planet Colby," Mrs Golbach smiled. I shook my head, blushing.
"He trusted you enough to tell you about all this. Believe me, he wouldn't of ever done that if he didn't love you."
I snapped my head up. Love? The word made my blush increase, and I looked down bashfully.
"And I trust you, Colby. So just stay with him, comfort him and give him lots of cuddles. He'll be ok, we know what we're dealing with," she promised, before pulling me into a hug. I hugged back, smiling.
She eventually left, leaving her number on a piece of paper in case I needed her. So now it was just me and Sam. The blonde boy was whimpering, muttering my name softly.
"Hey.. hey baby it's ok," I said gently, stroking his hair of his forehead. Sam stopped whimpering, instead relaxing at the feeling of my fingers combing through his messy hair.
"You don't need to be scared, ok? I'm right here... and I'm not going anywhere," I promised, climbing into the bed beside Sam and pulling him into my arms. I sighed in relief when our bodies collided; Sams head tucked under my chin, my nose buried in his hair.
"I love you, Sammy. So much," I whispered, kissing his head and then closing my eyes. Sam didn't respond, I know he couldn't. But the love heart he traced weakly on my chest told me he loved me too.
This story is too weird.... 😂
