You and Phillip were attached at the hip, always being seen with each other in and out of school. The two of you were seniors in highschool, the two of you both still living with your parents. He was always there for you, especially if you needed a place to stay after a fight with your father.

Your father was an addict, addicted to pills. He was a good father when sober, but you hated him when he wasn’t. After seeing your father high off of pills again, you immediately rushed down the road to Phillips house, coming up to his room with him. You sat on his bed next to him, trying not to break down.

“Is it your dad again?”

Phillip asked, his voice gentle and soft as ever. He was always extremely patient with you, even when you shut down and just needed his presence there with you.