At The End, It's You. (Slow Updates)

At The End, It's You.

At The End, It's You.

It had been 3 years since the day they realised they loved each other too late.

3 Years Since Boys and Girls cried in their beds, staring at the walls and ceilings, wishing they hadn't messed up like they did.

But the future is always changing.

And we as humans try to move on, we try to forget those that break our hearts, and we try to continue like nothing ever happened.

Yet some of us don't feel any different than when we did when we first met those that in the end broke our hearts.

Cody's POV:

Right now I am at a funeral. A good friend's funeral... The magnitude of despair in my eyes must be enormous, you'll suppose. But no. I am actually happy. He was old, and although we only located him last summer, I am thankful, thankful for having him in our lives when he was around.

We stood at the front of the funeral. Everyone's heads were down. Maybe it was them showing respect or maybe they were too afraid to look at what was coming. The coffin was pulled from the hearse by six strong men, all wearing suits. The silence dwelled as they entered the church. It wobbled as they carried it to the front and gently placed it down.

The coffin was dark stained cherry and it was perfectly polished. It had a cushioned and silky lining. It seemed inviting. It was good to know that at least he was resting in a comfortable place. Especially after everything he had been through.

I'll miss him.

We sat in silence whilst various people's eulogies were read out, describing his life and how he impacted them. Some of them were a bit impersonal, and they didn't really seem like they meant much, but I suppose different people grieve in different ways.

Like Toby.

His eulogy was painful to listen to, because despite knowing who his father was, he hadn't even gotten to spend his life with him. It was difficult to watch on as tears fell down his now matured face, his voice cracking and his body trembling as he spoke so beautifully about a man he adored, despite not really being around him much. But that's what made it so impacting. The way Toby spoke of his Dad was like no one else had here today, he'd managed to find all the right words to sum up the life of Julian Winston Evermoore.

And then there was Erin.

The past three years had been a big struggle for her, she still stayed at her house with her Mum and Dad and Toby, but she wasn't the same. She'd lost a lot since our first Christmas back home. A lot more than I thought she could handle. And somehow along the way of watching her crumble...I seemed to lose sight of my best friend too. It was like she had sort of evaporated. She was no longer recognisable personality wise, and I felt like the person currently next to me was partly a stranger.

In the past three years we had grown apart slightly, I was pretty much busy with my work at the animal adoption center and by travelling back and forth between another part time job I had in a cafe cleaning tables and taking over on the shift so, breaks didn't come often. Meanwhile, Erin took Toby to school and helped him whilst looking after her Mum and Dad. She also worked with younger kids as a teaching assistant, it was safe to say she had really changed since our first christmas back home. Especially so after learning that Julian had passed...