Phillip Cavendish was the boy I grew up with. My brother’s best friend, he was always out of reach.
Until he wasn’t.
We were two kids so in love that we failed to see each others’ faults and flaws.
We held on when we should have let go. We loved, we fought, and we won.
Until all that was left were my tears.
I loved him through them. I hoped.
But sometimes the fairy tale has no happy end, and we have no choice but to let go.
Sometimes to get your happy ending, you have to walk through hell.