Hey guys!! Long time no Shattered! haha. TELL A FRIEND! have them come read em.
Unfortunately, this series is almost over :( haha. I never really intended it to make it this far, it was more for me than you guys. But don't worry! As soon as I finish this one, I'll start another one up for you guys! Maybe a little less depressing. haha.
So for the last few chapters, enjoy, COMMENT, RATE, and listen to the music. The songs mean just as much to me. :)
Love you guys, thanks for the support.
xoxo.
Caitlin.
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Timmy was like a rock. He never showed emotion around me or Evan, even though I know he was really hurt. I guess that's what makes him such a great friend. He had become my big brother when I moved into the house, and since Zach's parents were never around, he was like my dad while I wasn't at home. If there was a party that he wasn't sure of, he was right there with me, while Zach was singing. No one could touch me while Timmy was around, and no one tried.
Two days later was the funeral. Looking at myself in the mirror in black just wasn't the same. I was used to wearing black, but all black didn't seem right. Black dress, black heels, even my make up seemed darker.
I walked down the stairs and Timmy was waiting for me by the door. Evan had gone with Zach's aunt and kid. I was going with Timmy in the limo behind the hearse.

"It's a little breezy outside, take this." He put a tux coat over my shoulders and I immediately knew who's it was. It made me feel a little better, in a way, like I wasn't going to do this on my own.
When we got there, everyone was outside, waiting for us to arrive.
I watched as the pallbearers carried him, my baby into the church. Everyone was crying, and leaning on other people for support. I just stood there, as it all sunk in. Timmy grabbed my hand, and squeezed it. I looked up at him and smiled a sad smile as people took their place in church. Timmy and I had to be in the procession right behind the casket. Walking down the aisle, with everyone looking at me with sad eyes, was almost too much to bare. I was focusing on one thing, and one thing only. My reading. (less info)