Every day was the same.
Wake up.
Go to school.
Go home.
Cry.
Sleep sometimes.
Repeat.
Life was so boring.
Black and White.
That is how I viewed life.
It used to be so full of color.
The Twins made it that way.
I don't think I've smiled since they left.
I haven't had Ethan saying, Bitch.
Or Grayson being an absolute goof to laugh at.
I'm just lonely.
The most important people in my life... are gone.
Today was no different.
I ignored my Mom as usual and went upstairs.
I locked my door and threw my bag on the floor.
I saw some boxes on my bed.
I opened the first one.
It was a box of Ethan's Stuff.
His away jersey.
My favorite everything of his.
Hoodie.
T-shirt.
Pants.
Hat.
Beanie.
I opened up this book.
It was a photo album.
Photos of Ethan.
Photos of me.
Photos of Ethan and I together.
We all did everything together.
It was us three against the world.
I went into the other box.
It was similar to Ethan's box
But it was Grayson's things.
I went to my art drawer and took out two frames.
I flattened out their Jerseys and put them in a frame each.
I put two nails into my wall.
It was the wall above my window seat.
I remember the first time we met.
I was sat there and they climbed to the window when I first moved.
I hung up the two jerseys.
Number 8 was Ethan.
Number 47 was Grayson.
I went downstairs I didn't realize I had tear dripping down until my Mom came up to me and wiped them away with the pad of her thumb.
I grabbed a Granola Bar and went back to my room.
I flicked through the photo albums.
So many good memories came back.
* 10:47 PM *
My phone beeps.
It is a message from Lisa.
Hey Honey,
Just thought I would let you know it is the twins funeral next weekend. I would love it if you could give a Eulogy. If not that's okay I understand. I'm always here to talk whenever you need to. The twins are looking over you and they are so proud.
I reply to her.
Thanks, Lisa and I will give a Eulogy. I want to make them even more proud. Goodnight.
After sending that message I fell asleep.
