Wiping at her cheek, Colbie was silent. Her mind racing as she tried to think about what her next move was. The last week had felt like a nightmare; no, it was safe to say it was a nightmare. Losing her father was probably the worst thing that had ever happened to her. Her father had been her best friend for the entirety of her life; Colbie took the phrase "Daddy's Little Girl" to a whole new meaning, and she'd never regretted an ounce of the attention she got from him. Until now. Not that she felt like her entire world was crashing down around her. Her heart shattering with each 'we're so sorry' and every 'he loved you, you know.' that passed over people's lips. She knew that it was just people's way of being nice, and she wasn't complaining. But the constant reminder was eating at her and Colbie was sure if she didn't get out of this room she was going to absolutely lose it.
She'd taken a step away, leaving the casket behind as she made her way towards the front door of the funeral home, the air in Savannah, Georgia hot on her skin as she made her way outside. Common for the middle of July, but, something about it was still less suffocating than the air in the parlor. She looked up, wiping at her eyes again when she spotted him and she stopped. He reminded her of the photographs of their father hanging in the living room; he was truly a miniature version of the man they'd just lost and something about that broke Colbie even more. So the tears fell, her eyes watching the ground as she walked towards him, arms instinctively wrapping around her older brother as she greeted him with a hug. "I miss him so much already, Con." she whispered, the sobs rattling her chest.
