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Colby's POV

I was sat in the kitchen,

Eating cereal when I heard footsteps on the stairs.

Oh god.

It's her.

Her small body walked into the kitchen, over to the fridge.

Her skin was covered.

I couldn't see any of it.

Usually she wouldn't care if she walked around in just an oversized shirt.

One of my shirts,

But she was wearing full lengths pjyamas.

Her favourite pink socks and a hoodie.

She was clapping her phone in one hand and her other was searching through the fridge.

She had both earphones in so there is no point in starting the argument back up again,

She won't hear me.

I never thought that there would ever be an awkward moment between me and her.

Me and Ronnie.

Well I was wrong.

She slammed the fridge door closed and stormed back upstairs with a bottle of water.

She needed space.

I will give her time.

It was torture.

Not talking to her.

Not touching her.

Kissing her.

I missed it.

I missed her.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I debated on wether or not I should do it.

If I can't go back and change all the things I should of done, I can fix this and do it.

I dropped my spoon into my bowl,

It fills the silent house with a clang then i run upstairs.

I sprint up the stairs and down the hallway.

I see her pulling at the ladders and they gradually begin to asend.

I ran as fast I could but the result was my body slamming into a wall.

A beautiful colourful wall.

My emotions took over me and I started to cry.

Ugly sob.

I slid down the wall, holding myself.

I wish I never got drunk that night.

I would still have everything,

I would still have her.

I pulled out my phone and texted Brennen,

To Brennen🚘🔫: hey bro.

Brennen: hey man.

To Brennen🚘🔫: can I come over to your house?

Brennen🚘🔫: sure man.

Brennen🚘🔫: anything you need.

To Brennen🚘🔫: thank you.

I locked my phone and sighed.

Picking myself up and looking around at the walls one last time.

I can't come back to this house.

I can't do that to her.

I slumped back to my room and started packing up a bag.

Some clothes. Some belongings.

I would be back in a few days to collect the rest of my stuff,

But for now.

I'll leave as soon as possible.

I don't want her to be afraid to walk around the house.

I don't want her to be afraid of me.

I refuse.

I walk down to the kitchen with my bag in one hand and my house key in the other.

I place my key on the kitchen counter and grab a pen.

I search for paper but it's no use.

I rip off some kitchen roll and start writing.

I slide it along with the pen and pick up my bag.

I walk to the front entrance one last time and close the door.

I called Brennen asking him to pick me up so I got into his car.

Slamming the door shut and resting my head up against the seat,

"Are you okay?" He asks me with concern,

"No, im not okay"